Eminem: 9-1-1

EminemWHOOOOOOOOO!! HAHAHAGuess 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 em!(Eminem)Everywhere we go people know we roll deep as fuck40 50 Samoans aint no one wanna deal with us50 Twizzy Obie there wont be no hoe in usThey pop shit like they gonna do shit but no one doesWhen we move down to Texas back up to Los AngelesWe change the way we move so man up if you cant adjustYou may end up getting rushed by too many to handle usIts funny I guess money does have its advantagesAnd it isnt that we just think that we cant be touchedIts not like were just feelin ourselves that much its justThat if someone ever does put us in the clutchWe just know that yall aint gonna be the one whos gonna do itCuz first of all youre pushy and everybody can see thatYou fuck around get caught in a spot that you shouldnt be at That you got no business being in and we aint even gonna be in itNo ones gonna hear nothin no ones gonna see the shitAnd theyll be in and up out it them boys is bout it bout itAnd the noise from clips n rounds will be drownded out by the crowdAnd youll be layin on the ground getting trampled by people dancingTill the club closes and clears out and thats when they see you flattenedNobody saw it happen, all cuz the jaws are flappinAnd you couldnt stop yappin and took it passed rappinIt aint about the music no more, its about tryin to show offAnd it feels like any minute the bomb is about to go offChorus: (Eminem)Shits about to change cuz we aint playin no gamesWe aint budgin neither are they and we aint sayin no namesShit just aint the same when the cage get to sprayinHip Hop is in a state of 9-1-1It aint about hip hop cuz those days are goneIt aint about tryin to rip shop to get props no moreIts about tryin not to get popped and get dropped to the floor cuzHip Hop is in a state of 9-1-1(Be Real)I took the strap off my holster cuz shit is getting seriousAll these drugs you be fuckin with make you deliriousThinkin you comin with heat yo son Im curiousHow long are you gonna hate us and judge us and jury usSome people can never fade us they make us so curiousMistake us for fakers homey with raider with gloriousWe live it for real and others just makin the stories upIllusions so broken so live it up you corny fucksIf you take a fuckin minute to think about what you doneWhen you stood against a gangta who live and die by the gunCaught a hot one sprayin you bitches till there was noneIm like a rollin stone homey I got you under my thumbYou silly little bitches can end up right up in ditchesWe cut you and give you stitches for envyin all our richesYour games just like a midget you clockin the small digit Dealin with a giant goliath people thats how we live it come onChorus(The Godfather)Im gangsta gangsta who come to pay you a visit On this shit that you call hip hop disfunction is where its headedWhen I put it in motion my focus is getting breaded My appetite for destruction is blasted because I say we got youStumblin for cover this music dyin in number But you wouldnt pause and wonder admittin its all glamour when youEnter the business you thinking you runnin shitYou 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 toSave hip hop the task is something greaterCuz we old fashion coded we loyalty motivators Getting caught and not telling or more like killin not carin Im ridin A gangsta feelin no ferin when gangtas dyin Im in aFood circle with homeys thats suppose to bleedOn a 8 mile mission with Cypress and OGsChorus