conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called 911 with the following description: “911” is about hip-hop escalating to death threats and violence.
  As Monsta G detailed in a 2020 interview for The Lesson w/ DJ Sanchez, the song came about as a quid pro quo for Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.’s protection of Eminem whenever he visited the West Coast, as he was being extorted by the Crips:
  That’s how that song came about, ‘cause Paul Rosenberg reached out. He [or Eminem] was getting extorted by some Crips. […] A few phone calls were made and that’s how the feature came about 'cause they were like, 'Anything in return, what you want’, and we was like, ‘I want a feature from Em’, you know what I’m saying? Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Eminem]
  Woo-hoo! *laughs*
  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!
  [Verse 1: Eminem]
  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 gonna do shit but no one does
  From New York down to Texas, back up to Los Angeles
  We 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 (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 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 gonna hear nothing, 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 clips and rounds be drowned out by the crowd
  And you'll be laying on the ground getting 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 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 about to go off [Chorus: Eminem]
  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 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 trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor
  'Cause 
  "Hip-hop is in a state of 9-1-1"
  [Verse 2: B-Real]
  Took my strap off my holster, 'cause shit is 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 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 living for real and others just making the stories up
  Illusions are broken, so live it up, you corny fucks
  If you take a fucking minute to think about what you done
  When you stood against the gangster who live and die by the gun
  Caught a hot one, sprayin' you bitches 'til there was 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
  The game's just like a midget, you clockin' a small digit
  Dealing with the Giant Goliath, people that's how we live it, c'mon [Chorus: Eminem]
  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 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 trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor
  'Cause 
  "Hip-hop is in a state of 9-1-1"
  [Verse 3: Ganxsta Ridd]
  Uh, Ganxsta, Ganxsta who come to pay you a visit
  On the 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 players
  Tryna save hip-hop the task is something greater
  'Cause we old fashioned coded with loyalty motivators
  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 s'posed to bleed
  On an 8 Mile mission with Cypress and O.G.'s [Chorus: Eminem]
  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 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 trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor
  'Cause 
  "Hip-hop is in a state of 9-1-1"