Real 911 lyrics

Artist  : Boo-yaa T.r.i.b.e. 
Song : Real 911



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 f/ B-Real, Eminem



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[Intro - Eminem]

WAAAAHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOO!!! {*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!!!



[Verse - Eminem]

Everywhere we go people know that we roll deep as
fuck

Fourty fifty Samoans, they knowing 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 getting 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 feeling 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 gunna hear nothing, no one's gunna 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 laying on the ground getting
trampled by people dancing

Till the club closes, and clears out

And that's when they see you flatened

Nobody saw it happen, all cause your jaws are
flapping

And you couldn't stop yapping and took it past
rapping

It ain't about the music no more, it's bout
trying to show off

And it feels like any minute the bomb is bout to
go off



[Chorus - Eminem]

Shit's about to change, cause we ain't playing no
games

We ain't budging neither are they, we ain't
saying 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 trying rip shots, to get props no
more

It's about trying not to get popped, and get
dropped to the floor

Cause hip-hop is in a state of 911



[Verse - B-Real]

Step off my holster cause shit it's getting
serious

All theses drugs you be fucking with make you
delirious

Thinking you coming with heat, yo son, I'm
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

Allusions are broken, so live it up, you corny
fucks

If you take a fucking minute to think about what
you've 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

I'm 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 game's just like a midget, you're clocking a
small digit

Dealing with the Giant Goliath, people that's how
we live it, c'mon



[Chorus]



[Verse - Ganxsta Ridd]

Uh, gangsta Ganxsta 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 getting
branded

My appetite for destruction is blasted because I
said it

Got you - stumbling for cover, this music dying
in numbers

But you wouldn't pause and wonder, admitting it's
all glamour

When you - enter the business you thinking you
running 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
playas

Trying to - save hip-hop the task is something
greater

Cause we old fashioned coded with loyalty
motivaters

Get caught, I'm not telling, or more like killing
not caring

I'm riding a - gangsta feeling, no fearing when
gangstas dying

I'm in a - full circle with homies that's
supposed to bleed

On an 8 Mile mission with Cypress and O.G.'s



[Chorus]