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    Whoo! 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 em!

    Everywhere we go people know we roll deep as fuck
    40 50 Samoans aint no one wanna deal with us
    50 Twizzy obie there won't be no hoe in us
    They pop shit like they gonna do shit but no one does
    When we move down to texas back up to los angeles
    We change the way we move so man up if you can't adjust
    You may end up getting rushed by too many to handle us
    Its funny I guess money does have its advantages
    And it isn't that we just think that we can't be touched
    Its 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 ya'll aint gonna be the one
    Who's gonna do it
    Cuz first of all you're pushy 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
    And we aint even gonna be in it
    No one's gonna hear nothin no one's gonna see the shit
    And they'll be in and up out it them boys is bout it bout it
    And the noise from clips n rounds
    Will be drownded out by the crowd
    And you'll be layin on the ground
    Getting trampled by people dancing
    Till the club closes and clears out
    And that's when they see you flattened
    Nobody saw it happen, all cuz the jaws are flappin
    And you couldn't stop yappin and took it passed rappin
    It aint about the music no more, its about tryin to show off
    And it feels like any minute the bomb is about to go off

    Chorus: (eminem)
    Shit's about to change cuz we aint playin no games
    We aint budgin neither are they and we aint sayin no names
    Shit just aint the same when the cage get to sprayin
    Hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1
    It aint about hip hop cuz those days are gone
    It aint about tryin to rip shop to get props no more
    Its about tryin not to get popped
    And get dropped to the floor cuz
    Hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1

    (be real)
    I took the strap off my holster cuz shit is getting serious
    All these drugs you be fuckin with make you delirious
    Thinkin 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 they make us so curious
    Mistake us for fakers homey with raider with glorious
    We live it for real and others just makin the stories up
    Illusions so broken so live it up you corny fucks
    If you take a fuckin minute to think about what you done
    When you stood against a gangsta
    Who live and die by the gun
    Caught a hot one sprayin you bitches till there was none
    I'm like a rollin stone homey 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 clockin the small digit
    Dealin with a giant goliath people
    That's how we live it come on


    (the godfather)
    I'm gangsta gangsta who come to pay you a visit
    On this shit that you call hip hop disfunction
    Is where its headed
    When I put it in motion my focus is getting breaded
    My appetite for destruction is blasted
    Because I say we got you
    Stumblin for cover this music dyin in number
    But you wouldn't pause and wonder admittin
    Its all glamour when you
    Enter the business you thinking you runnin shit
    You witness that funny shit you bitches that aint shit
    We gangsta we blast first ask questions later all these
    Imitators paradin like they some playas tryin to
    Save hip hop the task is something greater
    Cuz we old fashion coded we loyalty motivators
    Getting caught and not telling
    Or more like killin not carin I'm ridin
    A gangsta feelin no ferin when gangtas dyin I'm in a
    Food circle with homeys that's suppose to bleed
    On a 8 mile mission with cypress and og's


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