Eminem - 9-11 Lyrics
feat. B-Real, Eminem[Intro - Eminem]WAAAAHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOO!!! {*laughs*}Guess who's back?!?!Mommy! We're home!!Say hello to my little friendsDJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Cypress HillEverybody! Put your hands where my eyes can see!!![Verse - Eminem]Everywhere we go people know that we roll deep as *****Fourty fifty Samoans, they knowing when D-Bo was50, Tweezy, Obie there won't be no hoe in usThey pop shit like they gon do shit but no one doesFrom New York down to Texas, back up to Los AngelesWe've changed the way we move so man up if you can't adjustYou may end up getting rushed by too many to handle usIt's funny, I guess money does have its advantagesAnd it isn't that we just think that we can't be touchedIt's not like we're just feeling ourselves that muchIt's just, that if someone ever does put us in the clutchWe just know that y'all ain't gon be the one who's gon do itCause first of all you're ***** and everybody can see thatYou ***** around, get caught in a spot that you shouldn't be atThat you got no business being in, we ain't even gon be in itNo one's gunna hear nothing, no one's gunna see this shitAnd they'll be in and up out of it, them boys is bout it, bout itThe noise from (?) be drowned out by the crowdAnd you'll be laying on the ground getting trampled by people dancingTill the club closes, and clears outAnd that's when they see you flatenedNobody saw it happen, all cause your jaws are flappingAnd you couldn't stop yapping and took it past rappingIt ain't about the music no more, it's bout trying to show offAnd it feels like any minute the bomb is bout to go off[Chorus - Eminem]Shit's about to change, cause we ain't playing no gamesWe ain't budging neither are they, we ain't saying no namesShit just ain't the same, when the Aks gettin sprayed causeHip-hop is in a state of 911It ain't about hip-hop, cause those days are goneIt ain't about trying rip shots, to get props no moreIt's about trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floorCause hip-hop is in a state of 911[Verse - B-Real]Step off my holster cause shit it's getting seriousAll theses drugs you be *****ing with make you deliriousThinking you coming with heat, yo son, I'm curiousHow long are you gunna hate us and judge us and jury us?Some people can never fade us, that make us so furiousMistake us for fakers, homie we greater and gloriousWe living for real and others just making the stories upAllusions are broken, so live it up, you corny *****sIf you take a *****ing minute to think about what you've doneWhen you stood against a gangsta who live and die by the gunGot a hot one, spraying you *****es til there is noneI'm like a rolling stone homie, I got you under my thumbSilly little *****es can end up right up in ditchesWe cut you and give you stitches, for envy and all my richesYour game's just like a midget, you're clocking a small digitDealing with the Giant Goliath, people that's how we live it, c'mon[Chorus]about to change, cause we ain't playing no gamesWe ain't budging neither are they, we ain't saying no namesShit just ain't the same, when the Aks gettin sprayed causeHip-hop is in a state of 911It ain't about hip-hop, cause those days are goneIt ain't about trying rip shots, to get props no moreIt's about trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floorCause hip-hop is in a state of 911[Verse - Ganxsta Ridd]Uh, gangsta Ganxsta who come to pay you a visitOn this shit you call hip-hop, this function is where did itWhen I - put it in motion, my focus is getting brandedMy appetite for destruction is blasted because I said itGot you - stumbling for cover, this music dying in numbersBut you wouldn't pause and wonder, admitting it's all glamourWhen you - enter the business you thinking you running shitYou witness that funny shit, your *****es they ain't shit!We gangstas we blast first, ask questions laterAll these - imitators parading like they some playasTrying to - save hip-hop the task is something greaterCause we old fashioned coded with loyalty motivatersGet caught, I'm not telling, or more like killing not caringI'm riding a - gangsta feeling, no fearing when gangstas dyingI'm in a - full circle with homies that's supposed to bleedOn an 8 Mile mission with Cypress and O.G.'s[Chorus]about to change, cause we ain't playing no gamesWe ain't budging neither are they, we ain't saying no namesShit just ain't the same, when the Aks gettin sprayed causeHip-hop is in a state of 911It ain't about hip-hop, cause those days are goneIt ain't about trying rip shots, to get props no moreIt's about trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floorCause hip-hop is in a state of 911
