Eminem "911" lyrics

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911

[Intro - Eminem]WAAHHOO!!!Guess who's back?!?!Mommy! We're home!!Say hello to my little friendsDJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Cypress HillEverybody! Put your hands where my eyes can see!!!

[Verse - Eminem]Everywhere we go people know that we roll deep as fuckFourty fifty Samoans, they knowing when D-Bo was50, Tweezy, Obie there won't be no ho in usThey pop shit like they gon do shit but no one doesFrom New York down to Texas, back up to Los AngelesWe've changed the way we move so man up if you can't adjustYou may end up getting rushed by too many to handle usIt's funny, I guess money does have its advantagesAnd it isn't that we just think that we can't be touchedIt's not like we're just feeling ourselves that muchIt's just, that if someone ever does put us in the clutchWe just know that y'all ain't gon be the one who's gon do itCause first of all you're pussy and everybody can see thatYou fuck around, get caught in a spot that you shouldn't be atThat you got no business being in, we ain't even gon be in itNo one's gunna hear nothing, no one's gunna see this shitAnd they'll be in and up out of it, them boys is bout it, bout itThe noise from (?) be drowned out by the crowdAnd you'll be laying on the ground getting trampled by people dancingTill the club closes, and clears outAnd that's when they see you flatenedNobody saw it happen, all cause your jaws are flappingAnd you couldn't stop yapping and took it past rappingIt ain't about the music no more, it's bout trying to show offAnd it feels like any minute the bomb is bout to go off

[Hook - Eminem]Shit's about to change, cause we ain't playing no gamesWe ain't budging neither are they, we ain't saying no namesShit just ain't the same, when the Aks gettin sprayed causeHip-hop is in a state of 911It ain't about hip-hop, cause those days are goneIt ain't about trying rip shots, to get props no moreIt's about trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floorCause hip-hop is in a state of 911

[Verse - B-Real]Step off my holster cause shit it's getting seriousAll theses drugs you be fucking with make you deliriousThinking you coming with heat, yo son, I'm curiousHow long are you gunna hate us and judge us and jury us?Some people can never fade us, that make us so furiousMistake us for fakers, homie we greater and gloriousWe living for real and others just making the stories upAllusions are broken, so live it up, you corny fucksIf you take a fucking minute to think about what you've doneWhen you stood against a gangsta who live and die by the gunGot a hot one, spraying you bitches til there is noneI'm like a rolling stone homie, I got you under my thumbSilly little bitches can end up right up in ditchesWe cut you and give you stitches, for envy and all my richesYour game's just like a midget, you're clocking a small digitDealing with the Giant Goliath, people that's how we live it, c'mon

[Hook]About to change, cause we ain't playing no gamesWe ain't budging neither are they, we ain't saying no namesShit just ain't the same, when the Aks gettin sprayed causeHip-hop is in a state of 911It ain't about hip-hop, cause those days are goneIt ain't about trying rip shots, to get props no moreIt's about trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floorCause hip-hop is in a state of 911

[Verse - Ganxsta Ridd]Uh, gangsta Ganxsta who come to pay you a visitOn this shit you call hip-hop, this function is where did itWhen I - put it in motion, my focus is getting brandedMy appetite for destruction is blasted because I said itGot you - stumbling for cover, this music dying in numbersBut you wouldn't pause and wonder, admitting it's all glamourWhen you - enter the business you thinking you running shitYou witness that funny shit, your bitches they ain't shit!We gangstas we blast first, ask questions laterAll these - imitators parading like they some playasTrying to - save hip-hop the task is something greaterCause we old fashioned coded with loyalty motivatersGet caught, I'm not telling, or more like killing not caringI'm riding a - gangsta feeling, no fearing when gangstas dyingI'm in a - full circle with homies that's supposed to bleedOn an 8 Mile mission with Cypress and O.G.'s

Alarmantno stanje

[Intro - Eminem]WAAHHOO!!!Pogodi tko se vratio?!?!Mama! Doma smo!Pozdravi moje male prijatelje:DJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Cypress HillSvi vi! Dignite ruke tamo gdje ih mogu vidjeti!

[Eminem]Gdje god idemo, ljudi znaju da smo glavniČetiri-pet Samoanaca*, znaju tko je bio D-Bo*50 Cent, Tweezy*, Obie*, među nama nema kurviRazvaljuju kao da će napraviti sranje, ali nitko ga ne napraviOd New Yorka do Texasa, natrag u Los AngelesPromijenili smo način kretanja, pa ako se ne možeš prilagoditiNa tebe bi moglo navaliti toliko naših da se s time ne možeš nositiSmiješno je, izgleda da novac ima svoje prednostiI nije da mislimo da nas nitko ne može dodirnutiNije da imamo toliko visoko mišljenje o sebiRadi se o ovome: ako nas itko ikad dovede u škripacZnamo da to sigurno nećete biti viJer, kao prvo, vi ste pičke i to svi mogu vidjetiZajebavate se i uhvate vas na mjestu gdje ne biste trebali bitiS kojim nemate nikakve veze, mi čak nećemo ni biti tamoNitko neće ništa čusti, nitko neće vidjeti to sranjeA svi će se motati tuda, momci su spremni za toZvuk iz pištolja će ugušiti gužvaA vi ćete ležati na podu i gazit će vas ljudi koji plešuDok se klub ne zatvori i raščistiI tada će vas vidjeti spljošteneNitko to nije vidio; i sve to samo zbog vašeg brbljanjaA vi niste mogli prestati kenjati, to više nije bilo repanjeViše se ne radi o glazbi, radi se o pokazivanjuI čini se da će svake minute bomba eksplodirati

[Refren - Eminem]Sranje će se promijeniti, jer mi se ne igramoNe mrdamo ni mi ni oni, ne izgovaramo imenaSranje više nije isto kad se puca iz kalašnjikova, jerHip-hop je u alarmantnom stanjuNe radi se o hip-hopu jer ti su dani prošliNe radi se o dobrom repanju da bi se zadobilo poštovanjeRadi se o borbi za život i izbjegavanju smrtiJer hip-hop je u alarmantnom stanju

[B-Real]Makni se od moje futrole za pištolj jer sranje će postati gadnoSve te droge s kojima se zajebavate čine vas ludimaMislite da ste naoružani, sinko, znatiželjan samKoliko ćete nas dugo mrziti, osuđivati i ocjenjivati?Neki ljudi nas ne mogu nadići, to ih toliko ljutiMislite da smo lažni, stari, mi smo sve sjajniji i boljiŽivimo stvarni život, a ostali izmišljaju pričeIluzije su slomljene, prebolite to, otrcane pičkeJebote, ako na minutu promislite o onome što ste učiniliKad ste se usprotivili gangsteru koji živi i umrijet će s pištoljemJoš je vruć, puca po vama pizdama dok ne nestane metakaStari, ja sam kao kotrljajuća gromada, zgnječio sam vasGlupe pičkice mogu odmah završiti u jarkuSićušni ste kao patuljak, ne mlatite lovuA borite se s Golijatom, jer tako mi živimo, hajde

[Refren]Promijenit će se, jer mi se ne igramoNe mrdamo ni mi ni oni, ne izgovaramo imenaSranje više nije isto kad se puca iz kalašnjikova, jerHip-hop je u alarmantnom stanjuNe radi se o hip-hopu jer ti su dani prošliNe radi se o dobrom repanju da bi se zadobilo poštovanjeRadi se o borbi za život i izbjegavanju smrtiJer hip-hop je u alarmantnom stanju

[Ganxsta Ridd]O da, gangster Ganxsta koji će vas doći posjetitiNa ovom sranju koje zovete hip-hop, dobilo je novu funkcijuKad se počnem kretati, gorljivo sam usredotočenImam jak apetit za uništenjem, rekao sam toZbog mene tražite zaklon, ova glazba brojčano umireAli vi ne želite stati i zapitati se i priznati da ste opčinjeniJer ste ušli u posao i mislili da ste neki kuracI posvjedočili tom smijehu, vaše pičke ne vrijede ni kurca!Mi gangsteri prvo pucamo pa kasnije postavljamo pitanjaSvi ti imitatori koji paradiraju kao da su neki igračiKoji pokušavaju spasiti hip-hop, no zadaća je puno većaJer mi smo staromodni i vuče nas lojalnostNe govorim ako me uhvate i nije me briga ako me ubijuOsjećam se kao gangster i ne bojim se kad drugi umiruNapravio sam puni krug s drugovima za krv spremnimaSad sam na misiji 8 milja* s Cypressom* i pravim gangsterima

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