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