| Song | #11 |
| Artist | [ingenting] |
| Album | Ingenting Duger |
| 作曲 : Bergqvist, Jeppsson, Måård ... | |
| Eminem - 9-11 | |
| (Verse - Eminem) | |
| Everywhere we go people know that we roll deep as fuck | |
| Fourty fifty Samoans, they knowing 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 getting 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 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 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 gunna hear nothing, no one\'s gunna 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 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 | |
| (Chorus - Eminem) | |
| Shit\'s about to change, cause we ain\'t playing no games | |
| We ain\'t budging neither are they, we ain\'t saying no names | |
| Shit just ain\'t the same, when the Aks gettin sprayed cause | |
| 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 shit it\'s getting serious | |
| All theses drugs you be fucking with make you delirious | |
| Thinking you coming 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 fucks | |
| If you take a fucking 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 bitches til there is none | |
| I\'m like a rolling stone homie, I got you under my thumb | |
| 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 clocking a small digit | |
| Dealing with the Giant Goliath, people that\'s how we live it, c\'mon | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Shit\'s about to change, cause we ain\'t playing no games | |
| We ain\'t budging neither are they, we ain\'t saying no names | |
| Shit just ain\'t the same, when the Aks gettin sprayed cause | |
| 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 - Ganxsta Ridd) | |
| Uh, gangsta 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 getting branded | |
| My appetite for destruction 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 you running 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 playas | |
| Trying to - save hip-hop the task is something greater | |
| Cause we old fashioned coded with loyalty motivaters | |
| Get caught, I\'m not telling, or more like killing not caring | |
| I\'m riding a - gangsta feeling, no fearing when gangstas dying | |
| I\'m in a - full circle with homies that\'s supposed to bleed | |
| On an 8 Mile mission with Cypress and O.G.\'s | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Shit\'s about to change, cause we ain\'t playing no games | |
| We ain\'t budging neither are they, we ain\'t saying no names | |
| Shit just ain\'t the same, when the Aks gettin sprayed cause | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Bergqvist, Jeppsson, M rd ... | |
| Eminem 911 | |
| Verse Eminem | |
| Everywhere we go people know that we roll deep as fuck | |
| Fourty fifty Samoans, they knowing when DBo 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 getting 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 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 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 gunna hear nothing, no one' s gunna 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 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 | |
| Chorus Eminem | |
| Shit' s about to change, cause we ain' t playing no games | |
| We ain' t budging neither are they, we ain' t saying no names | |
| Shit just ain' t the same, when the Aks gettin sprayed cause | |
| Hiphop is in a state of 911 | |
| It ain' t about hiphop, 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 hiphop is in a state of 911 | |
| Verse BReal | |
| Step off my holster cause shit it' s getting serious | |
| All theses drugs you be fucking with make you delirious | |
| Thinking you coming 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 fucks | |
| If you take a fucking 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 bitches til there is none | |
| I' m like a rolling stone homie, I got you under my thumb | |
| 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 clocking a small digit | |
| Dealing with the Giant Goliath, people that' s how we live it, c' mon | |
| Chorus | |
| Shit' s about to change, cause we ain' t playing no games | |
| We ain' t budging neither are they, we ain' t saying no names | |
| Shit just ain' t the same, when the Aks gettin sprayed cause | |
| Hiphop is in a state of 911 | |
| It ain' t about hiphop, 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 hiphop is in a state of 911 | |
| Verse Ganxsta Ridd | |
| Uh, gangsta Ganxsta who come to pay you a visit | |
| On this shit you call hiphop, this function is where did it | |
| When I put it in motion, my focus is getting branded | |
| My appetite for destruction 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 you running 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 playas | |
| Trying to save hiphop the task is something greater | |
| Cause we old fashioned coded with loyalty motivaters | |
| Get caught, I' m not telling, or more like killing not caring | |
| I' m riding a gangsta feeling, no fearing when gangstas dying | |
| I' m in a full circle with homies that' s supposed to bleed | |
| On an 8 Mile mission with Cypress and O. G.' s | |
| Chorus | |
| Shit' s about to change, cause we ain' t playing no games | |
| We ain' t budging neither are they, we ain' t saying no names | |
| Shit just ain' t the same, when the Aks gettin sprayed cause | |
| Hiphop is in a state of 911 | |
| It ain' t about hiphop, 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 hiphop is in a state of 911 |