8 Mile Road - Remix (Feat. 50 Cent And G-Unit)
[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 Thir
[Chorus - Eminem
I'm a ma
I'ma make a new pla
Time for me to stand up and travel new lan
Time for me to just to take matters into my own hand
Once I'm over these tracks ma
I'ma never look bac
(8 Mile Road
And I'm gon
I don't like where I'm goi
Sorry mama I've grow
I must travel alon
Ain't no followin no footstep
I'm makin my ow
Only way I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Roa
[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 puss
[Chorus - Eminem
I'm a ma
I'ma make a new pla
Time for me to stand up and travel new lan
Time for me to just to take matters into my own hand
Once I'm over these tracks ma
I'ma never look bac
(8 Mile Road
And I'm gon
I don't like where I'm goi
Sorry mama I've grow
I must travel alon
Ain't no followin no footstep
I'm makin my ow
Only way I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Roa
[Eminem
Ya gotta live it to feel i
If you didn't you wouldn't get i
We'll see what the big deal i
Why it wasn't, it still i
To be walkin this border line of Detroit city's limi
It's different, it's a certain significant certificate of authenticit
You'd never even se
But it's everything to m
It's my credibilit
You've never seen, heard, smell, or met an M
Who's incredible and on the same pedistool as m
But chec
Still unsigne
Havin a rough tim
Sit on the porch with all my friend's who kick dumb rhyme
Go to wor
And servin MC's in the lunch lin
But when it come's crunch tim
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 bucke
Cuz I ain't havin no luck with this little rabbit so fuck i
Maybe I need a new outli
I'm startin to doubt shi
I'm feelin a little scepticl
Of who I hang out wit
I look like a bu
Yo my clothes ain't about shi
At the Salvation Arm
Tryin to salvage and outfi
And it's col
Tryin to travel this roa
Plus I feel like I'm only stuck in this battlin mod
My defenses are so u
And one thing I don't wan
Is pity from no on
The city is no fu
There is no su
And it's so dar
Sometimes I feel like I'm just being pulled apar
Being torn in my limb
By each one of my friend
Enough to just make me wanna jump outta my ski
Sometimes I feel like a robo
Sometimes I just know not what I'm doi
I just blo
My head is a stove to
I just explod
The kettle gets so ho
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the acid I don't go
But I've learne
It's time for me to U-Tur
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burn
Ain't no falli
No next tim
Imeet a new gir
I can no longer play stupi
Or be immatur
I've got every ingredien
All I need is the courag
Like I already got to bea
All I need is the word
Got the urg
Suddenly its a searc
Suddenly a new verse of energy has occure
Time to show these free world leader
Three in the thir
I am no longer scared no
I'm free as a bir
And I turn and cross ove
The median cur
Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur on 8 mile roa
[Chorus - Eminem
I'm a ma
I'ma make a new pla
Time for me to stand up and travel new lan
Time for me to just to take matters into my own hand
Once I'm over these tracks ma
I'ma never look bac
(8 Mile Road
And I'm gon
I don't like where I'm goi
Sorry mama I've grow
I must travel alon
Ain't no followin no footstep
I'm makin my ow
Only way I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Roa
[50 Cent] G-Unit!
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