[50 Cent] Yeah..50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo G-UNIT!
[Lloyd Banks] This rap shit plays a major part of my life So if you jeapordize it I got the right To send a mothafucka at you tonight G-Unit! And I ain't stoppin' to my clique poppin' Swimmin' in barrels of money Ma could walk around wit' a head up and challenge you dummy It's funny, niggas rather see you sufferin' and hungry I'm hungry as hell, skatin' with another nigga's money Take your hats off, you know you ain't that tough I'm callin' your bets off as soon as you act up You know what I came for, it isn't the game ball Artillary that's about as long as a chainsaw (Lloyd Banks!) By the way, this feels like I'm dreamin' Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feelin' my semen The physical presence of a female, form of a demon That's why, I fuck 'em and leave 'em Get my nut while I'm breathin' 'Cause they thought they'd catch me slippin', now I'm duckin' and trippin' That's a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin'? You trippin', more records could get my ass in position Death wish for no religion whether Catholic or Christian Listen, I went through my ambition in and out the kitchen With probable cause, it's probably sendin' out to prison You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours We got more four five's and nines than a deck of cards
[Tony Yayo] You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me ('Cause what?) 'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto Niggas hate when you do good But when you broke, your friends and your enemies They love you, they love you "Cheche, get the llello" Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the trail "Cheche, get the llello" Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!) You can sift me, cut me, I'll turn you to a junkie I'm the number one seller in the whole fuckin' country Wallstreet niggas, they cop me on the low White boys don't call me coke, they call me blow It's time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane I'll smuggle, I'm nothin' but trouble I'll make your money double Cook me in baking soda I'll turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover I'll pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator Feed your family, turn your man into a hater Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox Put me in your Nik's, Timbs or Reeboks If you cop three and a half you hustlin' backwards Cop a hundred grams, you movin' forwards You tryin' to move more birds ...In PA all day, on the corner of Third
[Chorus - Eminem] I'm a man I'ma make a new plan Time for me to stand up and travel new land Time for me to just to take matters into my own hands Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back (8 Mile Road) And I'm gone I don't like where I'm goin Sorry mama I've grown I must travel alone Ain't no followin no footsteps I'm makin my own Only way I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
[50 Cent] You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me (what?) 'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto Picture me polishin' pistols, I'm comin' to get you The shells hit you, you screamin' Think I'm playin'? I mean it Man, I done bought all these pistols Lets get it poppin' Start wavin' my emboies shell cases get the droppin' (C'mon) Like if it's down the corner, I got too much pride to hide I'm outside, gun in my pocket just stunnin' I'm stoppin' I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless, you know my contestants As the world turns, there's lessons to be learned Count all my blessin's, clean up my weapons I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak will parish I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like "50 nice chain" Malasio, twenty grand in chips at a dice game Burn out, can't stop gotta watch MTV, BET Nigga you see me! I wonder if you mad, 'cause I'm doin' good or 'cause niggas feelin' me more than you in your own 'hood And it hurts 'cause you love 'em and they don't love you back 'cause they know you just rappin' and you don't bust a gat You pussy
[Chorus - Eminem] I'm a man I'ma make a new plan Time for me to stand up and travel new land Time for me to just to take matters into my own hands Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back (8 Mile Road) And I'm gone I don't like where I'm goin Sorry mama I've grown I must travel alone Ain't no followin no footsteps I'm makin my own Only way I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
[Eminem] Ya gotta live it to feel it If you didn't you wouldn't get it We'll see what the big deal is Why it wasn't, it still is To be walkin this border line of Detroit city's limit It's different, it's a certain significant certificate of authenticity You'd never even see But it's everything to me It's my credibility You've never seen, heard, smell, or met an MC Who's incredible and on the same pedistool as me But check Still unsigned Havin a rough time Sit on the porch with all my friend's who kick dumb rhymes Go to work And servin MC's in the lunch line But when it come's crunch time Where do my punch lines go? Who must I show? To bust my flow? Where must I go? Who must I know? Or am I just another crab in the bucket Cuz I ain't havin no luck with this little rabbit so fuck it Maybe I need a new outlit I'm startin to doubt shit I'm feelin a little scepticle Of who I hang out with I look like a bum Yo my clothes ain't about shit At the Salvation Army Tryin to salvage and outfit And it's cold Tryin to travel this road Plus I feel like I'm only stuck in this battlin mode My defenses are so up And one thing I don't want Is pity from no one The city is no fun There is no sun And it's so dark Sometimes I feel like I'm just being pulled apart Being torn in my limbs By each one of my friends Enough to just make me wanna jump outta my skin Sometimes I feel like a robot Sometimes I just know not what I'm doin I just blow My head is a stove top I just explode The kettle gets so hot Sometimes my mouth just overloads the acid I don't got But I've learned It's time for me to U-Turn Yo it only takes one time for me to get burnt Ain't no fallin No next time Imeet a new girl I can no longer play stupid Or be immature I've got every ingredient All I need is the courage Like I already got to beat All I need is the words Got the urge Suddenly its a search Suddenly a new verse of energy has occured Time to show these free world leaders Three in the third I am no longer scared now I'm free as a bird And I turn and cross over The median curb Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur on 8 mile road
[Chorus - Eminem] I'm a man I'ma make a new plan Time for me to stand up and travel new land Time for me to just to take matters into my own hands Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back (8 Mile Road) And I'm gone I don't like where I'm goin Sorry mama I've grown I must travel alone Ain't no followin no footsteps I'm makin my own Only way I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
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