911

Woo-hoo

Hahaha

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

Everywhere we go people know we roll deep as fuck

Forty fifty Samoans, they knowin' when D-Bo was

50, Tweezy, Obie, there won't be no ho in us

They pop shit like they're gonna 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 (ha)

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 bein' in, we ain't even gon' be in it

No one's gonna hear nothing, no one's gonna see this shit

And they'll be in and up out it, them boys is 'bout it, 'bout it

And the noise from clips and rounds'll be drowned out by the crowd

And you'll be layin' on the ground gettin' trampled by people dancing

'Til the club closes and clears out

And that's when they see you flattened

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 'bout trying to show off

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

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

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

Shit just ain't the same, when the AK's get to sprayin'

(Hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)

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

It ain't about tryna rip shots to get props no more

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

'Cause (hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)

Took a step off my holster 'cause shit it's gettin' serious

All theses drugs you be fuckin' with make you delirious

Thinking you comin' 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 greater and glorious

We livin' for real and others just makin' the stories up

Illusions 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 a gangsta who live and die by the gun

Caught a hot one, sprayin' you bitches 'til 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 envyin' all our 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, come on

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

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

Shit just ain't the same, when the AK's get to sprayin'

(Hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)

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

It ain't about tryna rip shots to get props no more

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

'Cause (hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)

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 stumbling 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 gangsta, we blast first, ask questions later

All these imitators parading like they some playas

Tryna save hip hop, the task is somethin' greater

'Cause we old fashioned coded with loyalty motivators

Get caught, I'm not tellin', or more like killin' not carin'

I'm ridin' a gangsta feeling, no fearin' when gangsta's dyin'

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

On an 8 Mile mission with Cypress and OG's

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

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

Shit just ain't the same, when the AK's get to sprayin'

(Hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)

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

It ain't about tryna rip shots to get props no more

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

'Cause (hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)