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(As music starts)
Eminem
WHOOOOOOOOO!! 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
i can see em!
(Eminem)
Everywhere we go people know we
roll deep as fuck
40 50 Samoans aint no one wanna
deal with us
50 Twizzy Obie there won't
be no hoe in us
They pop shit like they gonna do
shit but no one does
When we move down to Texas back
up to Los Angeles
We change the way we move so man
up if you can't
adjust
You may end up getting rushed by
too many to handle us
Its funny I guess money does have
its advantages
And it isn't
that we just think that we can't
be touched
Its 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 ya'll
aint gonna be the one who's
gonna do it
Cuz first of all you're
pushy and everybody can see that
You fuck around get caught in a
spot that you shouldn't
be at
That you got no business being
in and we aint even gonna be in
it
No one's gonna
hear nothin no one's
gonna see the shit
And they'll
be in and up out it them boys is
bout it bout it
And the noise from clips n rounds
will be drownded out by the crowd
And you'll be
layin on the ground getting trampled
by people dancing
Till the club closes and clears
out and that's
when they see you flattened
Nobody saw it happen, all cuz the
jaws are flappin
And you couldn't
stop yappin and took it passed
rappin
It aint about the music no more,
its about tryin to show off
And it feels like any minute the
bomb is about to go off
Chorus: (Eminem)
Shit's about
to change cuz we aint playin no
games
We aint budgin neither are they
and we aint sayin no names
Shit just aint the same when the
cage get to sprayin
Hip Hop is in a state of 9-1-1
It aint about hip hop cuz those
days are gone
It aint about tryin to rip shop
to get props no more
Its about tryin not to get popped
and get dropped to the floor cuz
Hip Hop is in a state of 9-1-1
(Be Real)
I took the strap off my holster
cuz shit is getting serious
All these drugs you be fuckin with
make you delirious
Thinkin 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 they
make us so curious
Mistake us for fakers homey with
raider with glorious
We live it for real and others
just makin the stories up
Illusions so broken so live it
up you corny fucks
If you take a fuckin minute to
think about what you done
When you stood against a gangta
who live and die by the gun
Caught a hot one sprayin you bitches
till there was none
I'm like a rollin
stone homey 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 clockin
the small digit
Dealin with a giant goliath people
that's how we
live it come on
Chorus
(The Godfather)
I'm gangsta
gangsta who come to pay you a visit
On this shit that you call hip
hop disfunction is where its headed
When I put it in motion my focus
is getting breaded
My appetite for destruction is
blasted because I say we got you
Stumblin for cover this music dyin
in number
But you wouldn't
pause and wonder admittin its all
glamour when you
Enter the business you thinking
you runnin shit
You witness that funny shit you
bitches that aint shit
We gangsta we blast first ask questions
later all these
Imitators paradin like they some
playas tryin to
Save hip hop the task is something
greater
Cuz we old fashion coded we loyalty
motivators
Getting caught and not telling
or more like killin not carin I'm
ridin
A gangsta feelin no ferin when
gangtas dyin I'm
in a
Food circle with homeys that's
suppose to bleed
On a 8 mile mission with Cypress
and OG's
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