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Artist Boo Yaa Tribe ft. Eminem, B Real
Album West Koasta Nostra

(As music starts)
Eminem
WHOOOOOOOOO!! 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 wont 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 cant adjust
You may end up getting rushed by too many to handle us
Its funny I guess money does have its advantages
And it isnt that we just think that we cant be touched
Its not like were just feelin ourselves that much its just
That if someone ever does put us in the clutch
We just know that yall aint gonna be the one whos gonna do it
Cuz first of all youre pushy and everybody can see that
You fuck around get caught in a spot that you shouldnt be at
That you got no business being in and we aint even gonna be in it
No ones gonna hear nothin no ones gonna see the shit
And theyll 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 youll be layin on the ground getting trampled by people dancing
Till the club closes and clears out and thats when they see you flattened
Nobody saw it happen, all cuz the jaws are flappin
And you couldnt 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)
Shits 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 911
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 911

(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 Im 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
Im 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 games just like a midget you clockin the small digit
Dealin with a giant goliath people thats how we live it come on

Chorus

(The Godfather)
Im 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 wouldnt 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 Im ridin
A gangsta feelin no ferin when gangtas dyin Im in a
Food circle with homeys thats suppose to bleed
On a 8 mile mission with Cypress and OGs

Chorus


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Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing

Songwriters: BONNER, RICHELL / EDWARDS, R. / JOHNSON, M.