911 (feat. Eminem & B-Real)

Woo-hoo
 Hahaha
 Guess who's back?
 Mommy, we're home
 Say hello to my little friends
 DJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Cypress Hill
 Everybody, put your hands where my eyes can see
 Everywhere we go people know we roll deep as fuck
 Forty fifty Samoans, they knowin' when D-Bo was
 50, Tweezy, Obie, there won't be no ho in us
 They pop shit like they're gonna do shit but no one does
 From New York down to Texas, back up to Los Angeles
 We've changed the way we move, so man up if you can't adjust
 You may end up gettin' rushed by too many to handle us (ha)
 It's funny, I guess money does have its advantages
 And it isn't that we just think that we can't be touched
 It's not like we're just feelin' ourselves that much
 It's just, that if someone ever does put us in the clutch
 We just know that y'all ain't gon' be the one who's gon' do it
 'Cause first of all you're pussy and everybody can see that
 You fuck around get caught in a spot that you shouldn't be at
 That you got no business bein' in, we ain't even gon' be in it
 No one's gonna hear nothing, no one's gonna see this shit
 And they'll be in and up out it, them boys is 'bout it, 'bout it
 And the noise from clips and rounds'll be drowned out by the crowd
 And you'll be layin' on the ground gettin' trampled by people dancing
 'Til the club closes and clears out
 And that's when they see you flattened
 Nobody saw it happen, all 'cause your jaws are flappin'
 And you couldn't stop yappin' and took it past rappin'
 It ain't about the music no more, it's 'bout trying to show off
 And it feels like any minute the bomb is about to go off
 Shit's about to change, 'cause we ain't playin' no games
 We ain't budgin', neither are they, and we ain't sayin' no names
 Shit just ain't the same, when the AK's get to sprayin'
 (Hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)
 It ain't about hip hop, 'cause those days are gone
 It ain't about tryna rip shots to get props no more
 It's about try not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor
 'Cause (hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)
 Took a step off my holster 'cause shit it's gettin' serious
 All theses drugs you be fuckin' with make you delirious
 Thinking you comin' with heat, yo son, I'm curious
 How long are you gonna hate us and judge us and jury us?
 Some people can never fade us, that make us so furious
 Mistake us for fakers, homie, we greater and glorious
 We livin' for real and others just makin' the stories up
 Illusions are broken, so live it up, you corny fucks
 If you take a fuckin' minute to think about what you've done
 When you stood against a gangsta who live and die by the gun
 Caught a hot one, sprayin' you bitches 'til there is none
 I'm like a Rolling Stone, homie, I got you under my thumb
 You silly little bitches can end up right up in ditches
 We cut you and give you stitches for envyin' all our riches
 Your game's just like a midget, you're clockin' a small digit
 Dealin' with the Giant Goliath, people, that's how we live it, come on
 Shit's about to change, 'cause we ain't playin' no games
 We ain't budgin', neither are they, and we ain't sayin' no names
 Shit just ain't the same, when the AK's get to sprayin'
 (Hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)
 It ain't about hip hop, 'cause those days are gone
 It ain't about tryna rip shots to get props no more
 It's about try not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor
 'Cause (hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)
 Uh, gangsta, gangsta who come to pay you a visit
 On this shit you call hip hop, this function is where did it
 When I put it in motion, my focus is gettin' branded
 My appetite for destruction is blasted because I said it
 Got you stumbling for cover, this music dyin' in numbers
 But you wouldn't pause and wonder, admittin' it's all glamour
 When you enter the business you thinkin' you runnin' shit
 You witness that funny shit, your bitches, they ain't shit
 We gangsta, we blast first, ask questions later
 All these imitators parading like they some playas
 Tryna save hip hop, the task is somethin' greater
 'Cause we old fashioned coded with loyalty motivators
 Get caught, I'm not tellin', or more like killin' not carin'
 I'm ridin' a gangsta feeling, no fearin' when gangsta's dyin'
 I'm in a full circle with homies that's supposed to bleed
 On an 8 Mile mission with Cypress and OG's
 Shit's about to change, 'cause we ain't playin' no games
 We ain't budgin', neither are they, and we ain't sayin' no names
 Shit just ain't the same, when the AK's get to sprayin'
 (Hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)
 It ain't about hip hop, 'cause those days are gone
 It ain't about tryna rip shots to get props no more
 It's about try not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor
 'Cause (hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)