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Eminem & Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E - 911 (feat. B Real) [Music Video]

Music Video for 911 performed by the Boo Yaa TRIBE featuring Eminem and B-Real 🚨 Now available to stream on all platforms from the album West Koasta Nostra: https://booyaatribe.lnk.to/WestKoasta... 🎧 Listen to more great Hip-Hop classics:    • Best Classic Hip-Hop Mix | Greatest H...   Lyrics: [Intro: Eminem] Woo-hoo! laughs 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! Yo 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 gonna do shit but no one does From New York down to Texas, back up to Los Angeles We changed the way we move, so man up if you can't adjust You may end up getting 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 feeling 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 being 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 of it, them boys is 'bout it, 'bout it The noise from clips and rounds be drowned out by the crowd And you'll be laying on the ground getting 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 flapping And you couldn't stop yapping and took it past rapping 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, we ain't sayin' no names Shit just ain't the same when 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 trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor 'Cause "Hip-hop is in a state of 9-1-1" Took my strap off my holster, 'cause shit is getting serious All theses drugs you be fucking with make you delirious Thinking you coming 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 living for real and others just making the stories up Illusions are broken, so live it up, you corny fucks If you take a fucking minute to think about what you done When you stood against the gangster who live and die by the gun Caught a hot one, sprayin' you bitches 'til there was 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 The game's just like a midget, you clockin' a small digit Dealing with the Giant Goliath, people that's how we live it, c'mon Shit's about to change, 'cause we ain't playin' no games We ain't budgin', neither are they, we ain't sayin' no names Shit just ain't the same when 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 trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor 'Cause "Hip-hop is in a state of 9-1-1" Uh, Ganxsta, Ganxsta who come to pay you a visit On the shit you call hip-hop, this function is where did it When I put it in motion, my focus is getting branded My appetite for destruction is blasted because I said it Got you stumbling for cover, this music dying in numbers But you wouldn't pause and wonder, admitting it's all glamour When you enter the business you thinking you running shit You witness that funny shit, your bitches they ain't shit! We gangstas we blast first, ask questions later All these imitators parading like they some players Tryna save hip-hop the task is something greater 'Cause we old fashioned coded with loyalty motivators Get caught, I'm not telling, or more like killing not caring I'm riding a gangsta feeling, no fearing when gangstas dying I'm in a full circle with homies that's s'posed to bleed On an 8 Mile mission with Cypress and O.G.'s Shit's about to change, 'cause we ain't playin' no games We ain't budgin', neither are they, we ain't sayin' no names Shit just ain't the same when 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 trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor 'Cause "Hip-hop is in a state of 9-1-1" -- #BooYaaTRIBE #911 #Eminem #BReal