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gon' be the one who's gon' do it\n'Cause first of all you're pussy and everybody can see that\nYou fuck around get caught in a spot that you shouldn't be at\nThat you got no business bein' in, we ain't even gon' be in it\nNo one's gonna hear nothing, no one's gonna see this shit\nAnd they'll be in and up out it, them boys is 'bout it, 'bout it\nAnd the noise from clips and rounds'll be drowned out by the crowd\nAnd you'll be layin' on the ground gettin' trampled by people dancing\n'Til the club closes and clears out\nAnd that's when they see you flattened\nNobody saw it happen, all 'cause your jaws are flappin'\nAnd you couldn't stop yappin' and took it past rappin'\nIt ain't about the music no more, it's 'bout trying to show off\nAnd it feels like any minute the bomb is about to go off\n\nShit's about to change, 'cause we ain't playin' no games\nWe ain't budgin', neither are they, and we ain't sayin' no names\nShit just ain't the same, when the AK's get to sprayin'\n(Hip hop is in a 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Hahaha\n[00:15.13] Guess who's back?\n[00:17.88] Mommy, we're home\n[00:21.93] Say hello to my little friends\n[00:25.36] DJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Cypress Hill\n[00:29.50] Everybody, put your hands where my eyes can see\n[00:32.78] Everywhere we go people know we roll deep as fuck\n[00:35.03] Forty fifty Samoans, they knowin' when D-Bo was\n[00:37.76] 50, Tweezy, Obie, there won't be no ho in us\n[00:40.66] They pop shit like they're gonna do shit but no one does\n[00:43.22] From New York down to Texas, back up to Los Angeles\n[00:45.99] We've changed the way we move, so man up if you can't adjust\n[00:48.63] You may end up gettin' rushed by too many to handle us (ha)\n[00:51.53] It's funny, I guess money does have its advantages\n[00:54.18] And it isn't that we just think that we can't be touched\n[00:56.52] It's not like we're just feelin' ourselves that much\n[00:59.24] It's just, that if someone ever does put us in the clutch\n[01:01.85] We just know that y'all ain't gon' be the one who's gon' do it\n[01:04.54] 'Cause first of all you're pussy and everybody can see that\n[01:07.50] You fuck around get caught in a spot that you shouldn't be at\n[01:10.19] That you got no business bein' in, we ain't even gon' be in it\n[01:12.89] No one's gonna hear nothing, no one's gonna see this shit\n[01:15.76] And they'll be in and up out it, them boys is 'bout it, 'bout it\n[01:18.16] And the noise from clips and rounds'll be drowned out by the crowd\n[01:20.83] And you'll be layin' on the ground gettin' trampled by people dancing\n[01:23.55] 'Til the club closes and clears out\n[01:24.84] And that's when they see you flattened\n[01:26.12] Nobody saw it happen, all 'cause your jaws are flappin'\n[01:28.88] And you couldn't stop yappin' and took it past rappin'\n[01:31.58] It ain't about the music no more, it's 'bout trying to show off\n[01:34.41] And it feels like any minute the bomb is about to go off\n[01:37.34] Shit's about to change, 'cause we ain't playin' no games\n[01:39.70] We ain't budgin', neither are they, and we ain't sayin' no names\n[01:42.38] Shit just ain't the same, when the AK's get to sprayin'\n[01:45.06] (Hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)\n[01:47.78] It ain't about hip hop, 'cause those days are gone\n[01:50.47] It ain't about tryna rip shots to get props no more\n[01:53.13] It's about try not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor\n[01:55.70] 'Cause (hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)\n[01:58.73] Took a step off my holster 'cause shit it's gettin' serious\n[02:01.30] All theses drugs you be fuckin' with make you delirious\n[02:03.72] Thinking you comin' with heat, yo son, I'm curious\n[02:06.73] How long are you gonna hate us and judge us and jury us?\n[02:09.44] Some people can never fade us, that make us so furious\n[02:12.05] Mistake us for fakers, homie, we greater and glorious\n[02:14.72] We livin' for real and others just makin' the stories up\n[02:17.37] Illusions are broken, so live it up, you corny fucks\n[02:20.29] If you take a fuckin' minute to think about what you've done\n[02:22.96] When you stood against a gangsta who live and die by the gun\n[02:25.70] Caught a hot one, sprayin' you bitches 'til there is none\n[02:28.27] I'm like a Rolling Stone, homie, I got you under my thumb\n[02:30.96] You silly little bitches can end up right up in ditches\n[02:33.58] We cut you and give you stitches for envyin' all our riches\n[02:36.25] Your game's just like a midget, you're clockin' a small digit\n[02:38.83] Dealin' with the Giant Goliath, people, that's how we live it, come on\n[02:42.02] Shit's about to change, 'cause we ain't playin' no games\n[02:44.48] We ain't budgin', neither are they, and we ain't sayin' no names\n[02:47.17] Shit just ain't the same, when the AK's get to sprayin'\n[02:50.05] (Hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)\n[02:52.46] It ain't about hip hop, 'cause those days are gone\n[02:55.05] It ain't about tryna rip shots to get props no more\n[02:58.04] It's about try not to get 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Mommy, we're home\n  Say hello to my little friends\n  DJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Cypress Hill\n  Everybody, put your hands where my eyes can see\n\n  Everywhere we go people know we roll deep as fuck\n  Forty fifty Samoans, they knowin' when D-Bo was\n  50, Tweezy, Obie, there won't be no ho in us\n  They pop shit like they're gonna do shit but no one does\n  From New York down to Texas, back up to Los Angeles\n  We've changed the way we move, so man up if you can't adjust\n  You may end up gettin' rushed by too many to handle us (ha)\n  It's funny, I guess money does have its advantages\n  And it isn't that we just think that we can't be touched\n  It's not like we're just feelin' ourselves that much\n  It's just, that if someone ever does put us in the clutch\n  We just know that y'all ain't gon' be the one who's gon' do it\n  'Cause first of all you're pussy and everybody can see that\n  You fuck around get caught in a spot that you shouldn't be at\n  That you got no business bein' 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Cypress Hill\n  Everybody, put your hands where my eyes can see\n\n  Everywhere we go people know we roll deep as fuck\n  Forty fifty Samoans, they knowin' when D-Bo was\n  50, Tweezy, Obie, there won't be no ho in us\n  They pop shit like they're gonna do shit but no one does\n  From New York down to Texas, back up to Los Angeles\n  We've changed the way we move, so man up if you can't adjust\n  You may end up gettin' rushed by too many to handle us (ha)\n  It's funny, I guess money does have its advantages\n  And it isn't that we just think that we can't be touched\n  It's not like we're just feelin' ourselves that much\n  It's just, that if someone ever does put us in the clutch\n  We just know that y'all ain't gon' be the one who's gon' do it\n  'Cause first of all you're pussy and everybody can see that\n  You fuck around get caught in a spot that you shouldn't be at\n  That you got no business bein' in, we ain't even gon' be in it\n  No one's gonna hear nothing, no one's gonna 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'Cause first of all you're pussy and everybody can see that\n[01:07.44] You fuck around get caught in a spot that you shouldn't be at\n[01:10.19] That you got no business bein' in, we ain't even gon' be in it\n[01:12.88] No one's gonna hear nothing, no one's gonna see this shit\n[01:15.77] And they'll be in and up out it, them boys is 'bout it, 'bout it\n[01:18.15] And the noise from clips and rounds'll be drowned out by the crowd\n[01:20.80] And you'll be layin' on the ground gettin' trampled by people dancing\n[01:23.54] 'Til the club closes and clears out\n[01:24.84] And that's when they see you flattened\n[01:26.16] Nobody saw it happen, all 'cause your jaws are flappin'\n[01:28.90] And you couldn't stop yappin' and took it past rappin'\n[01:31.58] It ain't about the music no more, it's 'bout trying to show off\n[01:34.41] And it feels like any minute the bomb is about to go off\n[01:37.39] Shit's about to change, 'cause we ain't playin' no games\n[01:39.76] We ain't budgin', 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floor\n[03:00.65] 'Cause (hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)\n[03:03.34] Uh, gangsta, gangsta who come to pay you a visit\n[03:05.74] On this shit you call hip hop, this function is where did it\n[03:08.64] When I put it in motion, my focus is gettin' branded\n[03:11.25] My appetite for destruction is blasted because I said it\n[03:13.98] Got you stumbling for cover, this music dyin' in numbers\n[03:16.64] But you wouldn't pause and wonder, admittin' it's all glamour\n[03:19.62] When you enter the business you thinkin' you runnin' shit\n[03:22.27] You witness that funny shit, your bitches, they ain't shit\n[03:24.92] We gangsta, we blast first, ask questions later\n[03:27.53] All these imitators parading like they some playas\n[03:30.55] Tryna save hip hop, the task is somethin' greater\n[03:33.27] 'Cause we old fashioned coded with loyalty motivators\n[03:35.98] Get caught, I'm not tellin', or more like killin' not carin'\n[03:38.40] I'm ridin' a gangsta feeling, no fearin' when 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end_ms: 202220\n- text: You witness that funny shit, your bitches, they ain't shit\n  start_ms: 202220\n  end_ms: 204910\n- text: We gangsta, we blast first, ask questions later\n  start_ms: 204910\n  end_ms: 207570\n- text: All these imitators parading like they some playas\n  start_ms: 207570\n  end_ms: 210570\n- text: Tryna save hip hop, the task is somethin' greater\n  start_ms: 210570\n  end_ms: 213260\n- text: '''Cause we old fashioned coded with loyalty motivators'\n  start_ms: 213260\n  end_ms: 215920\n- text: Get caught, I'm not tellin', or more like killin' not carin'\n  start_ms: 215920\n  end_ms: 218380\n- text: I'm ridin' a gangsta feeling, no fearin' when gangsta's dyin'\n  start_ms: 218380\n  end_ms: 221220\n- text: I'm in a full circle with homies that's supposed to bleed\n  start_ms: 221220\n  end_ms: 223990\n- text: On an 8 Mile mission with Cypress and OG's\n  start_ms: 223990\n  end_ms: 226840\n- text: Shit's about to change, 'cause we ain't playin' no games\n  start_ms: 226840\n  end_ms: 229120\n- text: We ain't budgin', neither are they, and we ain't sayin' no names\n  start_ms: 229120\n  end_ms: 231570\n- text: Shit just ain't the same, when the AK's get to sprayin'\n  start_ms: 231570\n  end_ms: 234500\n- text: (Hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)\n  start_ms: 234500\n  end_ms: 237110\n- text: It ain't about hip hop, 'cause those days are gone\n  start_ms: 237110\n  end_ms: 239810\n- text: It ain't about tryna rip shots to get props no more\n  start_ms: 239810\n  end_ms: 242530\n- text: It's about try not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor\n  start_ms: 242530\n  end_ms: 245130\n- text: '''Cause (hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)'\n  start_ms: 245130\n  end_ms: 248100\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 248100\nplain: |-\n  Woo-hoo\n  Hahaha\n  Guess who's back?\n  Mommy, we're home\n  Say hello to my little friends\n  DJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Cypress Hill\n  Everybody, put your hands where my eyes can see\n\n  Everywhere we go people know we roll deep as fuck\n  Forty fifty Samoans, they knowin' when D-Bo was\n  50, Tweezy, Obie, there won't be no ho in us\n  They pop shit like they're gonna do shit but no one does\n  From New York down to Texas, back up to Los Angeles\n  We've changed the way we move, so man up if you can't adjust\n  You may end up gettin' rushed by too many to handle us (ha)\n  It's funny, I guess money does have its advantages\n  And it isn't that we just think that we can't be touched\n  It's not like we're just feelin' ourselves that much\n  It's just, that if someone ever does put us in the clutch\n  We just know that y'all ain't gon' be the one who's gon' do it\n  'Cause first of all you're pussy and everybody can see that\n  You fuck around get caught in a spot that you shouldn't be at\n  That you got no business bein' in, we ain't even gon' be in it\n  No one's gonna hear nothing, no one's gonna see this shit\n  And they'll be in and up out it, them boys is 'bout it, 'bout it\n  And the noise from clips and rounds'll be drowned out by the crowd\n  And you'll be layin' on the ground gettin' trampled by people dancing\n  'Til the club closes and clears out\n  And that's when they see you flattened\n  Nobody saw it happen, all 'cause your jaws are flappin'\n  And you couldn't stop yappin' and took it past rappin'\n  It ain't about the music no more, it's 'bout trying to show off\n  And it feels like any minute the bomb is about to go off\n\n  Shit's about to change, 'cause we ain't playin' no games\n  We ain't budgin', neither are they, and we ain't sayin' no names\n  Shit just ain't the same, when the AK's get to sprayin'\n  (Hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)\n  It ain't about hip hop, 'cause those days are gone\n  It ain't about tryna rip shots to get props no more\n  It's about try not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor\n  'Cause (hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)\n\n  Took a step off my holster 'cause shit it's gettin' serious\n  All theses drugs you be fuckin' with make you delirious\n  Thinking you comin' with heat, yo son, I'm curious\n  How long are you gonna hate us and judge us and jury us?\n  Some people can never fade us, that make us so furious\n  Mistake us for fakers, homie, we greater and glorious\n  We livin' for real and others just makin' the stories up\n  Illusions are broken, so live it up, you corny fucks\n  If you take a fuckin' minute to think about what you've done\n  When you stood against a gangsta who live and die by the gun\n  Caught a hot one, sprayin' you bitches 'til there is none\n  I'm like a Rolling Stone, homie, I got you under my thumb\n  You silly little bitches can end up right up in ditches\n  We cut you and give you stitches for envyin' all our riches\n  Your game's just like a midget, you're clockin' a small digit\n  Dealin' with the Giant Goliath, people, that's how we live it, come on\n\n  Shit's about to change, 'cause we ain't playin' no games\n  We ain't budgin', neither are they, and we ain't sayin' no names\n  Shit just ain't the same, when the AK's get to sprayin'\n  (Hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)\n  It ain't about hip hop, 'cause those days are gone\n  It ain't about tryna rip shots to get props no more\n  It's about try not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor\n  'Cause (hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)\n\n  Uh, gangsta, gangsta who come to pay you a visit\n  On this shit you call hip hop, this function is where did it\n  When I put it in motion, my focus is gettin' branded\n  My appetite for destruction is blasted because I said it\n  Got you stumbling for cover, this music dyin' in numbers\n  But you wouldn't pause and wonder, admittin' it's all glamour\n  When you enter the business you thinkin' you runnin' shit\n  You witness that funny shit, your bitches, they ain't shit\n  We gangsta, we blast first, ask questions later\n  All these imitators parading like they some playas\n  Tryna save hip hop, the task is somethin' greater\n  'Cause we old fashioned coded with loyalty motivators\n  Get caught, I'm not tellin', or more like killin' not carin'\n  I'm ridin' a gangsta feeling, no fearin' when gangsta's dyin'\n  I'm in a full circle with homies that's supposed to bleed\n  On an 8 Mile mission with Cypress and OG's\n\n  Shit's about to change, 'cause we ain't playin' no games\n  We ain't budgin', neither are they, and we ain't sayin' no names\n  Shit just ain't the same, when the AK's get to sprayin'\n  (Hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)\n  It ain't about hip hop, 'cause those days are gone\n  It ain't about tryna rip shots to get props no more\n  It's about try not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor\n  'Cause (hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)\n"}]