911 Lyrics - D-12

Featuring Eminem and B Real 

[ Eminem ] 

WAAAHHHOOOOOO , hahaha (laughs) 

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 

[ Eminem ] 

everywhere we go people know that we roll deep as fuck , forty fifty Samoans , they knowin' when D-Bo was 

50 , Tweezy , Obie there won't be no hoe 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 , 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 , 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 being in , we ain't even gon' be in it , no one's gonna hear nothin , no one's gonna see this shit 

and they'll be in and up out of it , them boys is bout it , bout it , the noise from (???) be drowned out by the crowd 

and you'll be layin' on the ground gettin' trampled by people dancin' , till the club closes and clears out 

and that's when they see you flatened , 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 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 , cause we ain't playin' no games 

we ain't budgin' neither are they , we ain't sayin' no names 

shit just ain't the same , when the K's get to scream 

hip hop is in a state of 911 

it ain't about hip hop , cause those days are gone 

it ain't about tryin rip shots , to get props no more 

it's about tryin' not to get popped , and get dropped to the floor 

cause hip hop is in a state of 911 

[B-Real] 

step off my holster cause shit it's gettin' serious , all these drugs you be fuckin' with make you delirious 

thinkin' you coming 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 great but glorious 

we livin' for real and others just makin' the stories up , allusions 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 the gangsta who live and die by the gun 

got a hot one , sprayin' you bitches till 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 envy and all my 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 , c'mon 

[Chorus] 

[Ganxsta Ridd] 

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 stumblin' 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 gangstas we blast first , ask questions later , all these imitators parading like they some playaz 

tryin' to save hip hop the task is somethin greater , cause we old fashioned coded with loyalty motivaters 

get caught , I'm not tellin' , or more like killin' not caring , i'm ridin' a gangsta feelin' , no fearing when gangstas dyin' 

I'm in a full circle with homies that supposed to bleed , on an 8 mile mission with Cypress and O.G.'s 

[Chorus]