911
Boo Yaa Tribe (feat. Eminem & B-Real) Lyrics

Woo-hoo
Expression of excitement

Hahaha
Expression of amusement

Guess who's back?
Asking a rhetorical question about their return

Mommy, we're home
Metaphorical statement comparing their return to going back home

Say hello to my little friends
Introducing their associates and allies

DJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Cypress Hill
Listing the names of their associates and allies

Everybody, put your hands where my eyes can see
Asking everyone to show their support

Yo, everywhere we go people know we roll deep as fuck
Commenting on their reputation of having a strong presence

Forty fifty Samoans, they knowin' when D-Bo was
Referencing a specific incident where their presence was felt

50, Tweezy, Obie, there won't be no ho in us
Boasting about their lack of weakness and cowardice

They pop shit like they're gonna do shit but no one does
Calling out those who talk tough but don't follow through

From New York down to Texas, back up to Los Angeles
Listing the locations they frequent

We've changed the way we move, so man up if you can't adjust
Acknowledging that they have evolved and challenging others to keep up

You may end up gettin' rushed by too many to handle us (ha)
Warning others that they can be overwhelmed by their strength in numbers

It's funny, I guess money does have its advantages
Reflecting on the benefits of their success

And it isn't that we just think that we can't be touched
Clarifying that they are not invincible but aware of their power

It's not like we're just feelin' ourselves that much
Rejecting the notion that they are arrogant

It's just, that if someone ever does put us in the clutch
Emphasizing that they are prepared for any challenge

We just know that y'all ain't gon' be the one who's gon' do it
Asserting their confidence in their abilities

'Cause first of all you're pussy and everybody can see that
Name-calling and insulting those who doubt them

You fuck around get caught in a spot that you shouldn't be at
Threatening those who cross them

That you got no business bein' in, we ain't even gon' be in it
Refusing to be associated with those who put themselves in danger

No one's gonna hear nothing, no one's gonna see this shit
Planning to keep their retaliation quiet and discreet

And they'll be in and up out it, them boys is 'bout it, 'bout it
Boasting about their reputation for taking action

And the noise from clips and rounds'll be drowned out by the crowd
Suggesting that they will act amidst a noisy environment

And you'll be layin' on the ground gettin' trampled by people dancing
Describing the aftermath of their retaliation

'Til the club closes and clears out, and that's when they see you flattened
Highlighting the consequences of crossing them

Nobody saw it happen, all 'cause your jaws are flappin'
Mocking those who talk too much

And you couldn't stop yappin' and took it past rappin'
Suggesting that their feud escalated because of the other party's actions

It ain't about the music no more, it's 'bout trying to show off
Reflecting on the changing nature of the industry

And it feels like any minute the bomb is about to go off
Suggesting that tensions are escalating and could lead to conflict

Shit's about to change, 'cause we ain't playin' no games
Acknowledging their seriousness and determination

We ain't budgin', neither are they, and we ain't sayin' no names
Asserting their refusal to back down or start drama

Shit just ain't the same, when the AK's get to sprayin'
Suggesting that violence will change the dynamic

(Hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)
Commenting on the state of the genre

It ain't about hip hop, 'cause those days are gone
Reflecting on the current state of the genre

It ain't about tryna rip shots to get props no more
Suggesting that success in the industry is no longer based on skills alone

It's about try not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor
Making a pun on the word 'popped' and emphasizing the danger in the industry

Cause (hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)
Reiterating the current state of the genre

Took a step off my holster 'cause shit it's gettin' serious
Showing that they are ready to defend themselves

All theses drugs you be fuckin' with make you delirious
Critiquing drug use in the industry

Thinking you comin' with heat, yo son, I'm curious
Questioning the abilities and threats of their opponents

How long are you gonna hate us and judge us and jury us?
Rhetorically asking how long they will be criticized and attacked

Some people can never fade us, that make us so furious
Noting that they have strong supporters and emphasizing their anger towards their detractors

Mistake us for fakers, homie, we greater and glorious
Rejecting the notion that they are fake and asserting their greatness

We livin' for real and others just makin' the stories up
Emphasizing their authenticity and contrasting it with those who invent their image

Illusions are broken, so live it up, you corny fucks
Suggesting that those who create false images will eventually be exposed and encouraging others to enjoy their real lives

If you take a fuckin' minute to think about what you've done
Challenging others to consider their past actions

When you stood against a gangsta who live and die by the gun
Emphasizing their lifestyle and warning others not to cross them

Caught a hot one, sprayin' you bitches 'til there is none
Threatening to attack and eliminate their opponents

I'm like a Rolling Stone, homie, I got you under my thumb
Comparing himself to a powerful force with control over others

You silly little bitches can end up right up in ditches
Threatening their opponents with violence

We cut you and give you stitches for envyin' all our riches
Pun on the phrase 'cutting and giving stitches' to suggest injuring their opponents out of jealousy

Your game's just like a midget, you're clockin' a small digit
Insulting their opponents' stature and suggesting their lack of success

Dealin' with the Giant Goliath, people, that's how we live it, come on
Comparing themselves to a powerful figure and asserting their strength

Uh, Ganxsta, Ganxsta who come to pay you a visit
Introducing the arrival of another associate

On this shit you call hip hop, this function is where did it
Commenting on the state of hip hop and questioning its direction

When I put it in motion, my focus is gettin' branded
Focusing on creating a distinct image

My appetite for destruction is blasted because I said it
Boasting about his willingness to cause destruction and chaos

Got you stumbling for cover, this music dyin' in numbers
Causing chaos and suggesting that the industry is declining

But you wouldn't pause and wonder, admitting it's all glamour
Commenting on the superficiality of the industry

When you enter the business you thinkin' you runnin' shit
Noting that newcomers are often overconfident

You witness that funny shit, your bitches, they ain't shit
Mocking those who lack the substance to succeed

We gangsta, we blast first, ask questions later
Asserting their violent and aggressive tendencies

All these imitators parading like they some playas
Insulting those who mimic their lifestyle

Tryna save hip hop, the task is somethin' greater
Noting that saving the industry is a significant challenge

'Cause we old fashioned coded with loyalty motivators
Emphasizing their traditional values and motivation

Get caught, I'm not tellin', or more like killin' not carin'
Declaring that they will not snitch and will resort to violence

I'm ridin' a gangsta feeling, no fearin' when gangsta's dyin'
Emphasizing their confidence and willingness to die for their lifestyle

I'm in a full circle with homies that's supposed to bleed
Emphasizing their loyalty and bond with their associates

On an 8 Mile mission with Cypress and OG's
Describing themselves and their associates as powerful figures on a mission