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EminemWhoo! hahahaGuess 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 fuck40 50 Samoans aint no one wanna deal with us50 Twizzy obie there won't be no hoe in usThey pop shit like they gonna do shit but no one doesWhen we move down to texas back up to los angelesWe change the way we move so man up if you can't adjustYou may end up getting rushed by too many to handle usIts funny I guess money does have its advantagesAnd it isn't that we just think that we can't be touchedIts not like we're just feelin ourselves that much it's justThat if someone ever does put us in the clutchWe just know that ya'll aint gonna be the oneWho's gonna do itCuz first of all you're pushy and everybody can see thatYou fuck around get caught in a spot that you shouldn't be atThat you got no business being inAnd we aint even gonna be in itNo one's gonna hear nothin no one's gonna see the shitAnd they'll be in and up out it them boys is bout it bout itAnd the noise from clips n roundsWill be drownded out by the crowdAnd you'll be layin on the groundGetting trampled by people dancingTill the club closes and clears outAnd that's when they see you flattenedNobody saw it happen, all cuz the jaws are flappinAnd you couldn't stop yappin and took it passed rappinIt aint about the music no more, its about tryin to show offAnd it feels like any minute the bomb is about to go offChorus: (eminem)Shit's about to change cuz we aint playin no gamesWe aint budgin neither are they and we aint sayin no namesShit just aint the same when the cage get to sprayinHip hop is in a state of 9-1-1It aint about hip hop cuz those days are goneIt aint about tryin to rip shop to get props no moreIts about tryin not to get poppedAnd get dropped to the floor cuzHip hop is in a state of 9-1-1(be real)I took the strap off my holster cuz shit is getting seriousAll these drugs you be fuckin with make you deliriousThinkin you comin with heat yo son I'm curiousHow long are you gonna hate us and judge us and jury usSome people can never fade us they make us so curiousMistake us for fakers homey with raider with gloriousWe live it for real and others just makin the stories upIllusions so broken so live it up you corny fucksIf you take a fuckin minute to think about what you doneWhen you stood against a gangstaWho live and die by the gunCaught a hot one sprayin you bitches till there was noneI'm like a rollin stone homey I got you under my thumbYou silly little bitches can end up right up in ditchesWe cut you and give you stitches for envyin all our richesYour game's just like a midget you clockin the small digitDealin with a giant goliath peopleThat's how we live it come onChorus(the godfather)I'm gangsta gangsta who come to pay you a visitOn this shit that you call hip hop disfunctionIs where its headedWhen I put it in motion my focus is getting breadedMy appetite for destruction is blastedBecause I say we got youStumblin for cover this music dyin in numberBut you wouldn't pause and wonder admittinIts all glamour when youEnter the business you thinking you runnin shitYou witness that funny shit you bitches that aint shitWe gangsta we blast first ask questions later all theseImitators paradin like they some playas tryin toSave hip hop the task is something greaterCuz we old fashion coded we loyalty motivatorsGetting caught and not tellingOr more like killin not carin I'm ridinA gangsta feelin no ferin when gangtas dyin I'm in aFood circle with homeys that's suppose to bleedOn a 8 mile mission with cypress and og'sChorus
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