911 Lyrics – Eminem

911 Lyrics – Eminem
Album: Raw & Uncut

911 Lyrics

Guess Whos Back
Mommy Were 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
That We Roll Deep As Fuck
Fourty Fifty Samoans
They Knowing When DBo Was
50 Tweezy Obie There
Wont Be No Ho In Us
They Pop Shit Like They
Gon Do Shit But No One Does
From New York Down To Texas
Back Up To Los Angeles
Weve Changed The Way We Move
So Man Up If You Cant Adjust
You May End Up Getting Rushed
By Too Many To Handle Us
Its Funny I Guess Money
Does Have Its Advantages
And It Isnt That We Just
Think That We Cant Be Touched
Its Not Like Were Just
Feeling Ourselves That Much
Its Just That If Someone Ever
Does Put Us In The Clutch
We Just Know That Yall Aint
Gon Be The One Whos Gon Do It
Cause First Of All Youre Pussy
And Everybody Can See That
You Fuck Around Get Caught In
A Spot That You Shouldnt Be At
That You Got No Business Being
In We Aint Even Gon Be In It
No Ones Gunna Hear Nothing No
Ones Gunna See This Shit
And Theyll Be In And Up Out Of
It Them Boys Is Bout It Bout It
The Noise From Clips And Rounds
Be Drowned Out By The Crowd
And Youll Be Laying On The Ground
Getting Trampled By People Dancing
Till The Club Closes And Clears Out
And Thats When They See You Flatened
Nobody Saw It Happen All
Cause Your Jaws Are Flapping
And You Couldnt Stop Yapping
And Took It Past Rapping
It Aint About The Music No More
Its Bout Trying To Show Off
And It Feels Like Any Minute
The Bomb Is Bout To Go Off

About To Change Cause We
Aint Playing No Games
We Aint Budging Neither Are
They We Aint Saying No Names
Shit Just Aint The Same When
The Aks Gettin Sprayed Cause
HipHop Is In A State Of 911
It Aint About HipHop Cause
Those Days Are Gone
It Aint About Trying Rip
Shots To Get Props No More
Its About Trying Not To Get
Popped And Get Dropped To The Floor
Cause HipHop Is In A State Of 911

Step Off My Holster Cause
Shit Its Getting Serious
All Theses Drugs You Be Fucking
With Make You Delirious
Thinking You Coming With
Heat Yo Son Im Curious
How Long Are You Gunna 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 Living For Real And Others
Just Making The Stories Up
Illusions Are Broken So Live
It Up You Corny Fucks
If You Take A Fucking Minute
To Think About What Youve Done
When You Stood Against A Gangsta
Who Live And Die By The Gun
Got A Hot One Spraying You
Bitches Til There Is None
Im Like A Rolling Stone Homie
I Got You Under My Thumb
Silly Little Bitches Can End
Up Right Up In Ditches
We Cut You And Give You Stitches
For Envy And All My Riches
Your Games Just Like A Midget
Youre Clocking A Small Digit
Dealing With The Giant Goliath
People Thats How We Live It Cmon

Uh Gangsta Ganxsta Who Come
To Pay You A Visit
On This Shit You Call HipHop
This Function Is Where Did It
When I Put It In Motion My
Focus Is Getting Branded
My Appetite For Destruction
Is Blasted Because I Said It
Got You Stumbling For Cover
This Music Dying In Numbers
But You Wouldnt Pause And
Wonder Admitting Its All Glamour
When You Enter The Business
You Thinking You Running Shit
You Witness That Funny Shit
Your Bitches They Aint Shit
We Gangstas We Blast First
Ask Questions Later
All These Imitators Parading
Like They Some Playas
Trying To Save HipHop The
Task Is Something Greater
Cause We Old Fashioned Coded
With Loyalty Motivaters
Get Caught Im Not Telling Or
More Like Killing Not Caring
Im Riding A Gangsta Feeling
No Fearing When Gangstas Dying
Im In A Full Circle With
Homies Thats Supposed To Bleed
On An 8 Mile Mission
With Cypress And OGS

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