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