Eminem & Boo-Yaa - 911 (feat. B Real) [Music Video]
Music Video for 911 performed by the Boo Yaa TRIBE featuring Eminem and B-Real
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Lyrics:
[Intro: Eminem]
Woo-hoo! *laughs*
Guess whoās back?!
Mommy, weāre home!
Say hello to my little friends
DJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Cypress Hill
Everybody, put your hands where my eyes can see!
Yo
Everywhere we go people know we roll deep as fuck
Forty, fifty Samoans, they knowinā when D-Bo was
50, Tweezy, Obie, there wonāt be no ho in us
They pop shit like they gonna do shit but no one does
From New York down to Texas, back up to Los Angeles
We changed the way we move, so man up if you canāt adjust
You may end up getting rushed by too many to handle us (Ha)
Itās funny, I guess money does have its advantages
And it isnāt that we just think that we canāt be touched
Itās not like weāre just feeling ourselves that much, itās just
That if someone ever does put us in the clutch
We just know that yāall aināt gonā be the one whoās gonā do it
āCause first of all youāre pussy and everybody can see that
You fuck around, get caught in a spot that you shouldnāt be at
That you got no business being in, we aināt even gonā be in it
No oneās gonna hear nothing, no oneās gonna see this shit
And theyāll be in and up out of it, them boys is ābout it, ābout it
The noise from clips and rounds be drowned out by the crowd
And youāll be laying on the ground getting trampled by people dancing
āTil the club closes, and clears out, and thatās when they see you flattened
Nobody saw it happen, all ācause your jaws are flapping
And you couldnāt stop yapping and took it past rapping
It aināt about the music no more, itās ābout trying to show off
And it feels like any minute the bomb is about to go off
Shitās about to change, ācause we aināt playinā no games
We aināt budginā, neither are they, we aināt sayinā no names
Shit just aināt the same when AKās get to sprayinā
āHip-hop is in a state of 9-1-1ā
It aināt about hip-hop, ācause those days are gone
It aināt about tryna rip shots to get props no more
Itās about trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor
āCause āHip-hop is in a state of 9-1-1ā
Took my strap off my holster, ācause shit is getting serious
All theses drugs you be fucking with make you delirious
Thinking you coming with heat, yo son, Iām 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 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 you done
When you stood against the gangster who live and die by the gun
Caught a hot one, sprayinā you bitches ātil there was none
Iām 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 envyinā all our riches
The gameās just like a midget, you clockinā a small digit
Dealing with the Giant Goliath, people thatās how we live it, cāmon
Shitās about to change, ācause we aināt playinā no games
We aināt budginā, neither are they, we aināt sayinā no names
Shit just aināt the same when AKās get to sprayinā
āHip-hop is in a state of 9-1-1ā
It aināt about hip-hop, ācause those days are gone
It aināt about tryna rip shots to get props no more
Itās about trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor
āCause āHip-hop is in a state of 9-1-1ā
Uh, Ganxsta, Ganxsta who come to pay you a visit
On the shit you call hip-hop, 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 wouldnāt pause and wonder, admitting itās all glamour
When you enter the business you thinking you running shit
You witness that funny shit, your bitches they aināt shit!
We gangstas we blast first, ask questions later
All these imitators parading like they some players
Tryna save hip-hop the task is something greater
āCause we old fashioned coded with loyalty motivators
Get caught, Iām not telling, or more like killing not caring
Iām riding a gangsta feeling, no fearing when gangstas dying
Iām in a full circle with homies thatās sāposed to bleed
On an 8 Mile mission with Cypress and O.G.ās
Shitās about to change, ācause we aināt playinā no games
We aināt budginā, neither are they, we aināt sayinā no names
Shit just aināt the same when AKās get to sprayinā
āHip-hop is in a state of 9-1-1ā
It aināt about hip-hop, ācause those days are gone
It aināt about tryna rip shots to get props no more
Itās about trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor
āCause āHip-hop is in a state of 9-1-1ā
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