911
Boo Yaa TRIBE Eminem & B-Real Lyrics


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Featuring eminem and b real

Waho , 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
Everywhere we go people know that we roll deep as fuck , forty fifty samoans , they knowin´ when d-bo was
50 , tweezy , obie there won't be no hoe in us , they pop shit like they gon´ do shit 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 gettin´ rushed 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 feelin´ 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 pussy and everybody can see that , you fuck 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 gonna hear nothin , no one's gonna see this shit
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 layin´ on the ground gettin´ trampled by people dancin´ , till the club closes and clears out
And that's when they see you flatened , nobody saw it happen , all cause your jaws are flappin´
And you couldn't stop yappin´ and took it past rappin´ , it ain't about the music no more , it's about tryin´ to show off
And it feels like any minute the bomb is about to go off

Shit's about to change , cause we ain't playin´ no games
We ain't budgin´ neither are they , we ain't sayin´ no names
Shit 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 tryin rip shots , to get props no more
It's about tryin´ not to get popped , and get dropped to the floor
Cause hip hop is in a state of 911

Step off my holster cause shit it's gettin´ serious , all these drugs you be fuckin´ with make you delirious
Thinkin´ you coming with heat , yo son I'm curious , how long are you gonna 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 great but glorious
We livin´ for real and others just makin´ the stories up , allusions are broken , so live it up , you corny fucks
If you take a fuckin´ minute to think about what you've done , when you stood against the gangsta who live and die by the gun
Got a hot one , sprayin´ you bitches till there is none , I'm like a rolling stone homie , 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 envy and all my riches
Your game's just like a midget , you're clockin´ a small digit , dealin´ with the giant goliath , people that's how we live it , c'mon

Uh , gangsta gangsta who come to pay you a visit , on this shit you call hip hop , this function is where did it
When I put it in motion , my focus is gettin´ branded , my appetite for destruction is blasted because I said it
Got you stumblin´ for cover , this music dyin´ in numbers , but you wouldn't pause and wonder , admittin it's all glamour
When you enter the business you thinkin´ you runnin shit , you witness that funny shit , your bitches they ain't shit
We gangstas we blast first , ask questions later , all these imitators parading like they some playaz
Tryin´ to save hip hop the task is somethin greater , cause we old fashioned coded with loyalty motivaters




Get caught , I'm not tellin´ , or more like killin´ not caring , I'm ridin´ a gangsta feelin´ , no fearing when gangstas dyin´
I'm in a full circle with homies that supposed to bleed , on an 8 mile mission with cypress and o. G.'s

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Boo Yaa Tribe's "911" featuring B-Real and Eminem are a commentary on the state of hip-hop at the time. The intro verse welcomes the listener back to their music, and they shout out a few famous producers and rappers. They then assert their dominance in the rap world, with "forty fifty Samoans" who know how to handle themselves. They are not afraid to back down from a fight, and the song is a warning to their would-be enemies. They travel all around the United States, and they've changed the way they move to keep up with the times. It's all about the money, but they know they are not invincible, which is why they are cautious. The refrain "hip hop is in a state of 911" reflects the idea that the genre needs saving.


The second verse gets more aggressive, challenging those who criticize their lifestyle. The rappers see themselves as more real and authentic than other musicians. The lyrics criticize those who are just in the music industry for the glamour, while they live and die by the gun. They are not afraid of anyone, and they will take care of their enemies if need be. They surround themselves with loyal friends, and they operate by their own code. The rap finishes with the words "on an 8 mile mission with cypress and o.g.’s," a reference to the movie 8 Mile and the rap group Cypress Hill.


Line by Line Meaning

Waho, hahaha
Laughs and shouts in excitement


Guess who's back
Announcing the return of the artist(s)


Mommy, we're home
Expressing a sense of comfort and familiarity in returning home


Say hello to my little friends, dj muggs, soul assassins, cypress hill
Introducing and acknowledging fellow artists and collaborators


Everybody, put your hands where my eyes can see
Requesting audience participation


Everywhere we go people know that we roll deep as fuck, forty fifty samoans, they knowin´ when d-bo was 50, tweezy, obie there won't be no hoe in us
Boasting about having a large and loyal crew, and asserting that they are not to be messed with in the presence of certain individuals


They pop shit like they gon do shit but no one does
Call out to people who talk a lot but never act on their threats


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
Acknowledging their travels and asserting their ability to adapt to new environments, challenging those who cannot keep up


You may end up gettin´ rushed by too many to handle us, it's funny I guess money does have its advantages
Warning others that they may be outnumbered by their crew, and implying that their success has provided them with advantages others may not have


And it isn't that we just think that we can't be touched, it's not like we're just feelin´ ourselves that much
Clarifying that their confidence does not stem from a belief that they are untouchable, but a conviction in their abilities


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
Asserting that if they were ever in a dangerous situation, the people talking the most would not be the ones to do them harm


Cause first of all you're pussy and everybody can see that, you fuck around get caught in a spot that you shouldn't be at
Insulting those who talk but don't act, warning them not to put themselves in dangerous situations


That you got no business being in, we ain't even gon´ be in it
Emphasizing that they have no involvement in the situations others may find themselves in


No one's gonna hear nothin, no one's gonna see this shit
Implying that any violence that may occur will leave no witnesses or traces


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
Suggesting that any violent altercations will be quickly resolved and that their crew is capable of handling it


And you'll be layin´ on the ground gettin´ trampled by people dancin´, till the club closes and clears out
Painting a brutal and graphic image of the consequences of getting involved in situations they warn against


And that's when they see you flatened, nobody saw it happen, all cause your jaws are flappin´
Further emphasizing the idea that an individual's actions and words can have consequences


And you couldn't stop yappin´ and took it past rappin´, it ain't about the music no more, it's about tryin´ to show off
Criticizing those who prioritize showing off rather than focusing on the art of music


And it feels like any minute the bomb is about to go off
Implying a sense of impending danger or chaos


Shit's about to change, cause we ain't playin´ no games
Asserting that things will change and that they are serious


We ain't budgin´ neither are they, we ain't sayin´ no names
Asserting that they will not back down, but will also not engage in directly naming or targeting others


Shit just ain't the same, when the k's get to scream
Imagery of guns firing and the sense of danger that comes with it


Hip hop is in a state of 911
Describing the current state of the hip hop industry as a crisis


It ain't about hip hop, cause those days are gone
Asserting that hip hop has changed from its original roots and no longer reflects the same values


It ain't about tryin rip shots, to get props no more
Criticizing the idea of shooting others to gain attention or popularity


It's about tryin´ not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor
Encouraging others to avoid violence that could lead to injury or death


Step off my holster cause shit it's gettin´ serious, all these drugs you be fuckin´ with make you delirious
Warning individuals to steer clear of drugs that can impair their judgment and cause harm


Thinkin´ you coming with heat, yo son I'm curious, how long are you gonna hate us and judge us and jury us?
Indicating frustration towards those who criticize them without trying to understand or empathize


Some people can never fade us, that make us so furious, mistake us for fakers, homie we great but glorious
Acknowledging that some people will always dislike them, but also affirming their own greatness


We livin´ for real and others just makin´ the stories up
Emphasizing that their experiences are authentic, while others are creating fiction


Allusions are broken, so live it up, you corny fucks
Rejecting the idea of pretending to be something they are not, and addressing those who do


If you take a fuckin´ minute to think about what you've done, when you stood against the gangsta who live and die by the gun
Addressing those who have opposed them, and suggesting that they consider the potential consequences of their actions


Got a hot one, sprayin´ you bitches till there is none, I'm like a rolling stone homie, I got you under my thumb
Asserting their power and ability to take down their enemies


You silly little bitches can end up right up in ditches, we cut you and give you stitches, for envy and all my riches
Using violent imagery to convey their willingness to hurt those who envy their success


Your game's just like a midget, you're clockin´ a small digit, dealin´ with the giant goliath, people that's how we live it, c'mon
Insulting the stature of their opponents and suggesting that they are no match for them


Uh, gangsta gangsta who come to pay you a visit, on this shit you call hip hop, this function is where did it
Asserting their gangsta identity and making a statement about the current state of hip hop


When I put it in motion, my focus is gettin´ branded, my appetite for destruction is blasted because I said it
Describing their focus on building their brand and using violent rhetoric for shock value


Got you stumblin´ for cover, this music dyin´ in numbers, but you wouldn't pause and wonder, admittin it's all glamour
Implying that their presence is causing fear, and criticizing the lack of introspection regarding the decline of the music industry


When you enter the business you thinkin´ you runnin shit, you witness that funny shit, your bitches they ain't shit
Critiquing the arrogance and entitlement of newcomers to the industry


We gangstas we blast first, ask questions later, all these imitators parading like they some playaz
Emphasizing their gangsta identity and condemning those who imitate them without truly understanding what it means


Tryin´ to save hip hop the task is somethin greater, cause we old fashioned coded with loyalty motivaters
Suggesting that the task of saving hip hop is difficult but necessary, emphasizing their loyalty and motivation


Get caught, I'm not tellin´, or more like killin´ not caring, I'm ridin´ a gangsta feelin´, no fearing when gangstas dyin´
Asserting that they will not snitch or show mercy to their enemies


I'm in a full circle with homies that supposed to bleed, on an 8 mile mission with cypress and o.g.'s
Describing their proximity to and relationships with individuals who are equally committed to their gangsta identity and lifestyle




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: DAMON ALBARN, VON M CARLISLE, DE SHAUN DUPREE HOLTON, RUFUS B JOHNSON, ONDRE C MOORE, DENAUN M PORTER

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@antovinkovic

bruh.... like sure his flow is decent .... BUT the guy rhymes

serious with delirious with curious with glorius with CURIOUS AGAIN


then

bitches with ditches with stitches with riches

thats insane i guess......



@robertkenney6002

Booyah tribe most hardcore, ruthless, mellow, and fair cliq around.

They honest, true, loyal an fair MF’ers.

They treat everyone with respect and love unless you come at them different than your checked REAL quick.

I’ve seen 3 boohyahs at an underground rap battle get DOWN in 2000, might of been 2001 can’t remember.

Anyways there were about 8-10 blacks banging on em and anyone in the presence. Booyah tribe knew what time it was and they triangled up.

Back to back to back, keeping the gap closed so they only had to worry about front facing combat instead of attacks from behind.

They formed, hands up and started bombing on MFers, sleeping em. One dude after another. Prob about 10-12 that tried jumping em. Slept everyone.

Straight bombers these homeboys are; hit like a tank and you can’t knock these homeboys out.. their skulls are bricks…


BOOYAH TRIBE CLIQ 💯



All comments from YouTube:

@jacobrommel3112

Damn they all killed this joint. It's cool knowing the backstory behind this song too.

@seyioyetade

What's the back story? That they protected Eminem?

@Smitty4350

@@seyioyetade yeah they protected him for some Crypts who were trying to extort him. His feature in this song was part of his payment to them.

@8106kagksmj

Funny joker

@Sylwia-qd4wt

​@@8106kagksmjz

@kjnewman7518

Em went hard on this for real. Talking that shit is when he sounds the best.

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@thevibe7415

As a Mexican from Los Angeles,I can tell you that I feel closer to all my Samoan homies at times.It’s crazy but they treat you like family .
I had one as my neighbor and would offer me food everyday.
You know who you are Big Pimp
SHOUT OIT TO THE TORRANCE / CARSON SAMOANS!

@ynrmapside

Thats how our life is, we give food to our neighbors, Im samoan too

@thevibe7415

@@ynrmapside that’s dope homie! I love that sense of community and belonging!

@ynrmapside

@@thevibe7415 Thx uso, I appreciate the love and support to our community

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