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letra de 911 - eminem

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wahoo, guess who’s back?
mommy, we’re home
say h-llo to my little friends
dj muggs, soul -ss-ssins, cypress hill
everybody, put your hands where my eyes can see

everywhere we go people know that we roll deep as f-ck
fourty fifty samoans, they knowing when d-bo was 50
tweezy, obie there won’t be no hoe in us
they pop sh-t like they gon do sh-t but no one does

from new york down to texas, back up to los angeles
we’ve 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
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 p-ssy and everybody can see that
you f-ck 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 gunna hear nothing, no one’s gunna see this sh-t

and they’ll be in and up out of it, them boys is bout it, bout it
the noise from [unverified] be drowned out by the crowd
and you’ll be laying on the ground getting trampled by people dancing
till the club closes and clears out

and that’s when they see you flatened
n-body 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 ’bout to go off

sh-t’s about to change, ’cause we ain’t playing no games
we ain’t budging neither are they, we ain’t saying no names
sh-t just ain’t the same, when the aks gettin’ sprayed
’cause hip hop is in a state of 911

it ain’t about hip hop, ’cause those days are gone
it ain’t about trying 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 911

step off my holster ’cause sh-t it’s getting serious
all theses drugs you be f-cking with make you delirious
thinking you coming with heat, yo son, i’m curious
how long are you gunna 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
allusions are broken, so live it up, you corny f-cks

if you take a f-cking minute to think about what you’ve done
when you stood against a gangsta who live and die by the gun
got a hot one, spraying you b-tches till there is none
i’m like a rolling stone homie, i got you under my thumb

silly little b-tches can end up right up in ditches
we cut you and give you st-tches, for envy and all my riches
your game’s just like a midget, you’re clocking a small digit
dealing with the giant goliath, people that’s how we live it, c’mon

about to change, ’cause we ain’t playing no games
we ain’t budging neither are they, we ain’t saying no names
sh-t just ain’t the same, when the aks gettin’ sprayed
’cause hip hop is in a state of 911

it ain’t about hip hop, ’cause those days are gone
it ain’t about trying 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 911

uh, gangsta ganxsta who come to pay you a visit
on this sh-t you call hip hop, this function is where did it
when i put it in motion, my focus is getting branded
my appet-te 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 glamor
when you enter the business you thinking you running sh-t
you witness that funny sh-t, your b-tches they ain’t sh-t

we gangstas we blast first, ask questions later
all these imitators parading like they some playas
trying to save hip hop the task is something greater
’cause we old fashioned coded with loyalty motivaters

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 supposed to bleed
on an 8 mile mission with cypress and o.g.’s

about to change, ’cause we ain’t playing no games
we ain’t budging neither are they, we ain’t saying no names
sh-t just ain’t the same, when the aks gettin’ sprayed
’cause hip hop is in a state of 911

it ain’t about hip hop, ’cause those days are gone
it ain’t about trying 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 911

- eminem

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