50 cent - 50 cent - 8 Mile Road

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50 cent - 50 cent - 8 Mile Road

50 cent]
Yeah..50 cent, lloyd banks, tony yayo

[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 aint stoppin to my clique poppin
Swimmin in barrels of money
Ma could walk around wit a head up and challenge you dummy
Its funny, niggas rather see you sufferin and hungry
Im hungry as hell, skatin with another niggas money
Take your hats off, you know you aint that tough
Im callin your bets off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, it isnt the game ball
Artillary thats about as long as a chainsaw (lloyd banks!)
By the way, this feels like Im dreamin
Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feelin my semen
The physical presence of a female, form of a demon
Thats why, I fuck em and leave em
Get my nut while Im breathin
cause they thought theyd catch me slippin, now Im duckin and trippin
Thats 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, its probably sendin out to prison
You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours
We got more four fives and nines than a deck of cards

[tony yayo]
You can take me out the hood, but cant take the hood out me (cause what? )
cause Im ghetto, Im 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, Ill turn you to a junkie
Im the number one seller in the whole fuckin country
Wallstreet niggas, they cop me on the low
White boys dont call me coke, they call me blow
Its time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane
Ill smuggle, Im nothin but trouble
Ill make your money double
Cook me in baking soda
Ill turn your hooprock into a new range rover
Ill 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 niks, 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

[50 cent]
You can take me out the hood, but cant take the hood out me (what? )
cause Im ghetto, Im ghetto
Picture me polishin pistols, Im comin to get you
The shells hit you, you screamin
Think Im playin? I mean it
Man, I done bought all these pistols
Lets get it poppin
Start wavin my emboies shell cases get the droppin (cmon)
Like if its down the corner, I got too much pride to hide
Im outside, gun in my pocket just stunnin Im stoppin
Im dyin to pop it, Im young and Im restless, you know my contestants
As the world turns, theres lessons to be learned
Count all my blessins, clean up my weapons
Im 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, cant stop gotta watch mtv, bet
Nigga you see me!
I wonder if you mad, cause Im doin good
Or cause niggas feelin me more than you in your own hood
And it hurts cause you love em and they dont love you back
cause they know you just rappin and you dont bust a gat
You pussy

Yeah, explain it to niggas in your hood nigga
They know you fuckin frontin nigga
Talkin like gangstas on a record, I see you nigga
Niggas know me nigga, ask around in my hood nigga
Read the daily news nigga you see them talkin about me nigga
Im in the middle of all kinds of shit
Pussy, lets get it poppin

G-g-unit, g-g-unit, g-g-g-unit, g-g-g-g-g-g-unit, g-unit!


: 50 cent - 50 cent - 8 Mile Road
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