WAAAAHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOO!!! {*laughs*
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!!!

[Verse - Eminem]
Everywhere we go people know that we roll deep as [bad word] 
Fourty fifty Samoans, they knowing when D-Bo was
50, Tweezy, Obie there won't be no hoe in us
They pop [bad word] like they gon do [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] and everybody can see that
You [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
And they'll be in and up out of it, them boys is bout it, bout it
The noise from (?) 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
Nobody 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

 [bad word] - Eminem]
 [bad word] #39;s about to change, cause we ain't playing no games
We ain't budging neither are they, we ain't saying no names
 [bad word] just ain't the same, when the K's get to scream
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

[Verse - B-Real]
Step off my holster cause [bad word] it's getting serious
All theses [bad word] you be [bad word] with make you delirious
Thinking [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
If you take a [bad word] 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 [bad word] til there is none
I'm like a rolling stone homie, I got you under my thumb
Silly little [bad word] can end up right up in ditches
We cut you and give you stitches, 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

 [bad word] 
about to change, cause we ain't playing no games
We ain't budging neither are they, we ain't saying no names
 [bad word] just ain't the same, when the K's get to scream
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

[Verse - Ganxsta Ridd]
Uh, gangsta Ganxsta [bad word] to pay you a visit
On this [bad word] you call hip-hop, this function is where did it
When I - put it in motion, my focus is getting branded
My appetite for [bad word] is blasted because I said it
Got you - stumbling fo