Eminem. 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!. (Eminem). 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. Chorus. (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. Chorus