911
Eminem Lyrics


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Woo-hoo
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
Yo, everywhere we go people know we roll deep as fuck
Forty fifty Samoans, they knowin' when D-Bo was
50, Tweezy, Obie, there won't be no ho in us
They pop shit like they're gonna 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 (ha)
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 bein' in, we ain't even gon' be in it
No one's gonna hear nothing, no one's gonna see this shit
And they'll be in and up out it, them boys is 'bout it, 'bout it
And the noise from clips and rounds'll be drowned out by the crowd
And you'll be layin' on the ground gettin' trampled by people dancing
'Til the club closes and clears out, and that's when they see you flattened
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 'bout trying 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, and we ain't sayin' no names
Shit just ain't the same, when the AK's get to sprayin'
(Hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)
It ain't about hip hop, 'cause those days are gone
It ain't about tryna rip shots to get props no more
It's about try not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor
'Cause (hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)

Took a step off my holster 'cause shit it's gettin' serious
All theses drugs you be fuckin' with make you delirious
Thinking you comin' 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 greater and glorious
We livin' for real and others just makin' the stories up
Illusions 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 a gangsta who live and die by the gun
Caught a hot one, sprayin' you bitches 'til 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 envyin' all our 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, come on

Shit's about to change, 'cause we ain't playin' no games
We ain't budgin', neither are they, and we ain't sayin' no names
Shit just ain't the same, when the AK's get to sprayin'
(Hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)
It ain't about hip hop, 'cause those days are gone
It ain't about tryna rip shots to get props no more
It's about try not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor
'Cause (hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)

Uh, Ganxsta, Ganxsta 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 stumbling 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 gangsta, we blast first, ask questions later
All these imitators parading like they some playas
Tryna save hip hop, the task is somethin' greater
'Cause we old fashioned coded with loyalty motivators
Get caught, I'm not tellin', or more like killin' not carin'
I'm ridin' a gangsta feeling, no fearin' when gangsta's dyin'
I'm in a full circle with homies that's supposed to bleed
On an 8 Mile mission with Cypress and OG's

Shit's about to change, 'cause we ain't playin' no games
We ain't budgin', neither are they, and we ain't sayin' no names
Shit just ain't the same, when the AK's get to sprayin'
(Hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)
It ain't about hip hop, 'cause those days are gone
It ain't about tryna rip shots to get props no more




It's about try not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor
'Cause (hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)

Overall Meaning

In Eminem's song "911," he starts off by saying "Guess who's back?" and lists some of his collaborators on the track, including DJ Muggs, Cypress Hill, and Soul Assassins. The song then turns to a commentary on the state of hip hop and the violence that is often associated with it. Eminem portrays himself and his crew as tough and unbreakable, but also acknowledges the danger they face from rival gangs and guns. He takes aim at those who talk tough but don't back it up, saying they will be the first to fall if violence breaks out. Eminem also suggests that hip hop is in crisis, and that the genre has lost touch with its roots and become consumed by posturing and greed.


The lyrics of "911" reflect a number of themes that are consistent across Eminem's work. He frequently draws attention to the violence and danger that are part of hip hop culture, portraying himself and his peers as tough and fearless. At the same time, Eminem is also acutely aware of the negative aspects of this lifestyle, and often expresses regret over the harm and damage that it can cause. In "911," he also critiques the state of the industry, suggesting that the genre has lost its way and become more concerned with commercial success than with artistic expression.


Line by Line Meaning

Woo-hoo
Celebratory exclamation


Hahaha
Expression of amusement


Guess who's back?
Rhetorical question indicating the artist's return


Mommy, we're home
Childish reference to returning home, feeling comfortable and secure


Say hello to my little friends
Quoting from the movie Scarface, referencing the artist's crew


DJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Cypress Hill
Naming prominent members of his crew


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


Yo, everywhere we go people know we roll deep as fuck
Acknowledging the artist's popularity and large crew


Forty fifty Samoans, they knowin' when D-Bo was
Referencing a character from the movie Friday


50, Tweezy, Obie, there won't be no ho in us
Listing members of his crew who won't show weakness


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


From New York down to Texas, back up to Los Angeles
Listing locations where the artist and crew have been active


We've changed the way we move, so man up if you can't adjust
Adapting to new circumstances and warning others to do the same


You may end up gettin' rushed by too many to handle us (ha)
Warning of potential violence by overwhelming numbers


It's funny, I guess money does have its advantages
Humorous acknowledgement of the benefits of wealth


And it isn't that we just think that we can't be touched
Clarifying that they are not invincible


It's not like we're just feelin' ourselves that much
Stating that they are not overly confident


It's just, that if someone ever does put us in the clutch
Hypothetical situation of being in danger


We just know that y'all ain't gon' be the one who's gon' do it
Belief that their enemies are not capable of defeating them


'Cause first of all you're pussy and everybody can see that
Insulting the character of their enemies


You fuck around get caught in a spot that you shouldn't be at
Warns not to take risks or enter places that are dangerous


That you got no business bein' in, we ain't even gon' be in it
Not wanting to associate with dangerous situations


No one's gonna hear nothing, no one's gonna see this shit
Assuming that any violent incidents will be kept quiet


And they'll be in and up out it, them boys is 'bout it, 'bout it
Their crew can handle violent situations without getting caught


And the noise from clips and rounds'll be drowned out by the crowd
Gunfire will not be noticed or identified in a crowded place


And you'll be layin' on the ground gettin' trampled by people dancing
Victims of violent situations will be ignored and trampled by the crowd


'Til the club closes and clears out, and that's when they see you flattened
The aftermath of a violent situation will not be discovered until later


Nobody saw it happen, all 'cause your jaws are flappin'
Warning not to talk too much and reveal too much information


And you couldn't stop yappin' and took it past rappin'
Tension and disputes have escalated beyond just music


It ain't about the music no more, it's 'bout trying to show off
Not focused on music, but on proving oneself


And it feels like any minute the bomb is about to go off
Tension is high and violence seems imminent


Shit's about to change, 'cause we ain't playin' no games
We are serious and not here to play around


We ain't budgin', neither are they, and we ain't sayin' no names
No one is backing down and no one is being specifically targeted


Shit just ain't the same, when the AK's get to sprayin'
Violence changes everything


(Hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)
Hip hop is in trouble and needs help


It ain't about hip hop, 'cause those days are gone
Hip hop has changed and is no longer solely about the music


It ain't about tryna rip shots to get props no more
No longer trying to gain fame and respect through violence


It's about try not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor
Survival is the main concern


Took a step off my holster 'cause shit it's gettin' serious
Preparing for violence


All theses drugs you be fuckin' with make you delirious
Warning about the effects of drug use


Thinking you comin' with heat, yo son, I'm curious
Doubting the abilities of rivals


How long are you gonna hate us and judge us and jury us?
Complaining about being unfairly judged and disliked


Some people can never fade us, that make us so furious
Knowing that some rivals will never be defeated


Mistake us for fakers, homie, we greater and glorious
Claiming superiority over rivals


We livin' for real and others just makin' the stories up
Claiming that they are authentic while others are not


Illusions are broken, so live it up, you corny fucks
Others are fake and should enjoy their false image while it lasts


If you take a fuckin' minute to think about what you've done
Reflecting on past actions


When you stood against a gangsta who live and die by the gun
Reminding rivals that they are dealing with real gangsters


Caught a hot one, sprayin' you bitches 'til there is none
Threatening rivals with gunfire


I'm like a Rolling Stone, homie, I got you under my thumb
Claiming dominance over rivals


You silly little bitches can end up right up in ditches
Warning rivals of the consequences of their actions


We cut you and give you stitches for envyin' all our riches
Violence will be inflicted on those who envy the artist's wealth


Your game's just like a midget, you're clockin' a small digit
Mocking the success of rivals


Dealin' with the Giant Goliath, people, that's how we live it, come on
Acknowledging the power of the artist's crew


Uh, Ganxsta, Ganxsta who come to pay you a visit
Introducing another member of the artist's crew


On this shit you call hip hop, this function is where did it
Disliking the current state of hip hop


When I put it in motion, my focus is gettin' branded
Focused on building a brand and reputation


My appetite for destruction is blasted because I said it
Desire for violence and destruction


Got you stumbling for cover, this music dyin' in numbers
Causing fear and panic in rivals


But you wouldn't pause and wonder, admittin' it's all glamour
Rivals are in denial about the reality of the situation


When you enter the business you thinkin' you runnin' shit
Assuming power and influence in the industry


You witness that funny shit, your bitches, they ain't shit
Seeing the truth about rivals and their associates


We gangsta, we blast first, ask questions later
Claiming to be dangerous and violent


All these imitators parading like they some playas
Disliking those who copy their style and image


Tryna save hip hop, the task is somethin' greater
Believing that they are saving hip hop from its downfall


'Cause we old fashioned coded with loyalty motivators
Valuing loyalty and respect above all else


Get caught, I'm not tellin', or more like killin' not carin'
Willing to take the consequences of their actions


I'm ridin' a gangsta feeling, no fearin' when gangsta's dyin'
Feeling confident and fearless despite danger


I'm in a full circle with homies that's supposed to bleed
Surrounded by a loyal and trustworthy crew


On an 8 Mile mission with Cypress and OG's
Working together with respected and powerful associates




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Paul Devoux, Marshall B. Mathers III, Louis Freese

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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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