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] 

 [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 for cover, this music dying in numbers
 But you wouldn't pause and wonder, admitting it's all glamour
 When you - enter the business you thinking [bad word] [bad word] 
 You witness that funny [bad word]  your [bad word] they ain't [bad word] #33;
 We gangstas we blast first, ask questions later
 All these - imitators parading like they some playas
 Trying to - save hip-hop the