8 Mile Road (G-Unit Remix) Lyrics
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This rap shit plays a major part IN my life
So if you jeapordize it I got the right
To send a mothafucka at you tonight
G-Unit!
And I aingt stopping to my clique popping
Swimming in barrels of money
Ma could walk around wit' HER head up CAUSE HER AINT A dummy
It's funny, niggas rather see you suffering and hungry
I'm COMFY as hell, skating wit another nigga's money
YOU LYIN YA ASS off, you know you aingt that tough
I'm PULLing your MASK off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, A PIECE OF DA GAME OR
Artillary that's about as long as a chainsaw (Lloyd Banks!)
IM WIDE AWAKE, BUT IT STILL feels like I'm dreaming
Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feeling my semen
The physical presence of a femaleS, THE form of a demon
That's why, I fuck 'em and leave 'em
Get my nut while I'm breathing
'Cause they thought they'd catch me slipping, now I'm ducking and tripping
That's a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you ripping?
You tripping, ON records could get my ass in position
Death wish for no religion whether Catholic or Christian
Listen, I went through MAMA BITCHIN in and out the kitchen
With probable causeS, PAPA WAS IN AND out OF 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 YAYO"
Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the traiN
"Cheche, get the YAYO"
Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!)
You can SNIFF me, cut me, I'll turn you to a junkie
I'm the number one seller in the whole fucking 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'M smuggleD, I'm nothing but trouble
I'll make your money double
Cook me in baking soda
[ Fifty Cent Lyrics are found on www.getlyrics.com ]
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 to a hater
YOU CAN 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 hustling backwards
Cop a hundred grams, you moving forwards
I'M trying to move more birds
...In PA all day, on the corner of Third (NIGGA WHAT!)
[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 polishing pistols, I'm coming to get you
WHEN shells hit you, you screaming
Think I'm playing? I mean it
Man, I done bought all these pistols
Lets get it popping
Start to waving my M1, shell cases get TO dropping (C'mon)
IF DEATH IS 'ROUND the corner, I got too much pride to hide
I'm outside, gun in my pocket, YOU stunTing I'LL STOP IT
I'm dying to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless, you WANNA CONTEST US
As the world turns, there's lessons to be learned
Count all my blessings, clean up my weapons
I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak SHALL parish
I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like "50 nice chain"
Malasio, twenty grand in chips at a dice game
BALLing out, can't stop gotta watch MTV, BET
Nigga you see me!
I wonder if you mad, 'cause I'm doing good
Or 'cause niggas feeling 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 rapping and you don't bust YA gat
You pussy
Yeah, explain it to niggas in your hood nigga
They know you fucking fronting nigga
Talking THAT gangsta SHIT 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 talking about me nigga
I'm in the middle of all kinds of shit
Pussy, lets get it popping
G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit!
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