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Eminem - 9-11 |
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(Verse - Eminem) |
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Everywhere we go people know that we roll deep as fuck |
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Fourty fifty Samoans, they knowing when D-Bo was |
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50, Tweezy, Obie there won\'t be no hoe in us |
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They pop shit like they gon do shit but no one does |
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From New York down to Texas, back up to Los Angeles |
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We\'ve changed the way we move so man up if you can\'t adjust |
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You may end up getting rushed by too many to handle us |
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It\'s funny, I guess money does have its advantages |
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And it isn\'t that we just think that we can\'t be touched |
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It\'s not like we\'re just feeling ourselves that much |
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It\'s just, that if someone ever does put us in the clutch |
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We just know that y\'all ain\'t gon be the one who\'s gon do it |
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Cause first of all you\'re pussy and everybody can see that |
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You fuck around, get caught in a spot that you shouldn\'t be at |
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That you got no business being in, we ain\'t even gon be in it |
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No one\'s gunna hear nothing, no one\'s gunna see this shit |
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And they\'ll be in and up out of it, them boys is bout it, bout it |
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The noise from (?) be drowned out by the crowd |
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And you\'ll be laying on the ground getting trampled by people dancing |
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Till the club closes, and clears out |
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And that\'s when they see you flatened |
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Nobody saw it happen, all cause your jaws are flapping |
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And you couldn\'t stop yapping and took it past rapping |
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It ain\'t about the music no more, it\'s bout trying to show off |
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And it feels like any minute the bomb is bout to go off |
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(Chorus - Eminem) |
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Shit\'s about to change, cause we ain\'t playing no games |
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We ain\'t budging neither are they, we ain\'t saying no names |
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Shit just ain\'t the same, when the Aks gettin sprayed cause |
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Hip-hop is in a state of 911 |
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It ain\'t about hip-hop, cause those days are gone |
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It ain\'t about trying rip shots, to get props no more |
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It\'s about trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor |
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Cause hip-hop is in a state of 911 |
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(Verse - B-Real) |
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Step off my holster cause shit it\'s getting serious |
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All theses drugs you be fucking with make you delirious |
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Thinking you coming with heat, yo son, I\'m curious |
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How long are you gunna hate us and judge us and jury us? |
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Some people can never fade us, that make us so furious |
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Mistake us for fakers, homie we greater and glorious |
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We living for real and others just making the stories up |
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Allusions are broken, so live it up, you corny fucks |
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If you take a fucking minute to think about what you\'ve done |
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When you stood against a gangsta who live and die by the gun |
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Got a hot one, spraying you bitches til there is none |
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I\'m like a rolling stone homie, I got you under my thumb |
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Silly little bitches can end up right up in ditches |
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We cut you and give you stitches, for envy and all my riches |
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Your game\'s just like a midget, you\'re clocking a small digit |
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Dealing with the Giant Goliath, people that\'s how we live it, c\'mon |
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(Chorus) |
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Shit\'s about to change, cause we ain\'t playing no games |
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We ain\'t budging neither are they, we ain\'t saying no names |
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Shit just ain\'t the same, when the Aks gettin sprayed cause |
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Hip-hop is in a state of 911 |
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It ain\'t about hip-hop, cause those days are gone |
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It ain\'t about trying rip shots, to get props no more |
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It\'s about trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor |
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Cause hip-hop is in a state of 911 |
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(Verse - Ganxsta Ridd) |
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Uh, gangsta Ganxsta who come to pay you a visit |
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On this shit you call hip-hop, this function is where did it |
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When I - put it in motion, my focus is getting branded |
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My appetite for destruction is blasted because I said it |
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Got you - stumbling for cover, this music dying in numbers |
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But you wouldn\'t pause and wonder, admitting it\'s all glamour |
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When you - enter the business you thinking you running shit |
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You witness that funny shit, your bitches they ain\'t shit! |
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We gangstas we blast first, ask questions later |
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All these - imitators parading like they some playas |
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Trying to - save hip-hop the task is something greater |
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Cause we old fashioned coded with loyalty motivaters |
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Get caught, I\'m not telling, or more like killing not caring |
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I\'m riding a - gangsta feeling, no fearing when gangstas dying |
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I\'m in a - full circle with homies that\'s supposed to bleed |
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On an 8 Mile mission with Cypress and O.G.\'s |
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(Chorus) |
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Shit\'s about to change, cause we ain\'t playing no games |
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We ain\'t budging neither are they, we ain\'t saying no names |
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Shit just ain\'t the same, when the Aks gettin sprayed cause |
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Hip-hop is in a state of 911 |
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It ain\'t about hip-hop, cause those days are gone |
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It ain\'t about trying rip shots, to get props no more |
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It\'s about trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor |
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Cause hip-hop is in a state of 911 |
