Wahoo, guess who's Mommy, home Say hello to my friends DJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Hill Everybody, put your hands where my can see
Everywhere we go people know that we roll as fuck Fourty fifty Samoans, they knowing when was 50 Tweezy, there won't be no hoe in us They pop like they gon do shit but no one does
From New York to Texas, back up to Los Angeles We've changed the way we move so man up if you adjust You may end up rushed by too many to handle us It's funny, I guess money does have its
And it isn't we just think that we can't be touched not like we're just feeling ourselves that much It's just, that if someone ever put us in the clutch We just that y'all ain't gon be the one who's gon do it
'Cause first of all pussy and everybody can see that You fuck around, get in a spot 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 one's gunna see this
And they'll be in and up out of it, them is bout it, bout it The noise from [unverified] be out by the crowd And you'll be laying on the ground getting by people dancing Till the club and clears out
And that's when see you flatened saw it happen, all 'cause your jaws are flapping And you couldn't stop and took it past rapping It ain't about the music no more, 'bout trying to show off And it feels any minute the bomb is 'bout to go off
about to change, 'cause we ain't playing no games We ain't budging neither are they, we saying no names just ain't the same, when the Aks gettin' sprayed 'Cause hip hop is in a of 911
It ain't about hip hop, 'cause those days are It ain't about trying rip shots, to get props no It's about trying not to get popped and get to the floor 'Cause hip hop is in a of 911
Step off my 'cause shit it's getting serious All drugs you be fucking with make you delirious Thinking you coming with heat, yo son, I'm How long are you gunna hate us and us and jury us?
Some people can never fade us, make us so furious Mistake us for fakers, we greater and glorious We living for real and others just the stories up are broken, so live it up, you corny fucks
If you take a fucking to think about what you've done When you stood against a who live and die by the gun Got a hot one, you bitches till there is none I'm a rolling stone homie, I got you under my thumb
Silly bitches can end up right up in ditches We cut you and give you stitches, for envy and all my Your game's just a midget, you're clocking a small digit Dealing the Giant Goliath, people that's how we live it, c'mon
to change, 'cause we ain't playing no games We budging neither 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 about hip hop, 'cause those days are It ain't about trying rip shots, to get no more It's about trying not to get and get dropped to the floor hip hop is in a state of 911
Uh, gangsta Ganxsta who come to pay you a On this shit you hip hop, this function is where did it When I put it in motion, my focus is branded My for destruction is blasted because I said it
Got you stumbling for cover, this music in numbers But you wouldn't and wonder, admitting it's all glamor When you enter the business you you running shit You witness that funny shit, your bitches they shit
We gangstas we blast first, ask questions All imitators parading like they some playas Trying to save hip hop the task is greater 'Cause we old fashioned coded loyalty motivaters
Get caught, I'm not telling, or like killing not caring I'm riding a gangsta feeling, no fearing when dying I'm in a full circle with homies that's supposed to On an 8 mission with Cypress and O.G.'s
to change, 'cause we ain't playing no games We ain't budging neither are they, we ain't no names Shit just ain't the same, the Aks gettin' sprayed '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 about trying not to get and get dropped to the floor 'Cause hip hop is in a of 911