50 CENT - 8 Mile Road lyrics
rate me[50 cent]<br>Yeah..50 cent, lloyd banks, tony yayo<br>G-unit!<br><br>[lloyd banks]<br>This rap shit plays a major part of my life<br>So if you jeapordize it I got the right<br>To send a mothafucka at you tonight<br>G-unit! and I ain't stoppin' to my clique poppin'<br>Swimmin' in barrels of money<br>Ma could walk around wit' a head up and challenge you dummy<br>It's funny, niggas rather see you sufferin' and hungry<br>I'm hungry as hell, skatin' with another nigga's money<br>Take your hats off, you know you ain't that tough<br>I'm callin' your bets off as soon as you act up<br>You know what I came for, it isn't the game ball<br>Artillary that's about as long as a chainsaw (lloyd banks!)<br>By the way, this feels like I'm dreamin'<br>Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feelin' my semen<br>The physical presence of a female, form of a demon<br>That's why, I fuck 'em and leave 'em<br>Get my nut while I'm breathin'<br>'cause they thought they'd catch me slippin', now I'm duckin' and trippin'<br>That's a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin'? <br>You trippin', more records could get my ass in position<br>Death wish for no religion whether catholic or christian<br>Listen, I went through my ambition in and out the kitchen<br>With probable cause, it's probably sendin' out to prison<br>You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours<br>We got more four five's and nines than a deck of cards<br><br>[tony yayo]<br>You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me ('cause what? )<br>'cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto<br>Niggas hate when you do good<br>But when you broke, your friends and your enemies<br>They love you, they love you<br>Cheche, get the llello<br>Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the trail<br>Cheche, get the llello<br>Picture me being crack (tony yayo!)<br>You can sift me, cut me, I'll turn you to a junkie<br>I'm the number one seller in the whole fuckin' country<br>Wallstreet niggas, they cop me on the low<br>White boys don't call me coke, they call me blow<br>It's time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane<br>I'll smuggle, I'm nothin' but trouble<br>I'll make your money double<br>Cook me in baking soda<br>I'll turn your hooprock into a new range rover<br>I'll pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator<br>Feed your family, turn your man into a hater<br>Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox<br>Put me in your nik's, timbs or reeboks<br>If you cop three and a half you hustlin' backwards<br>Cop a hundred grams, you movin' forwards<br>You tryin' to move more birds<br>...in pa all day, on the corner of third<br><br>[50 cent]<br>You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me (what? )<br>'cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto<br>Picture me polishin' pistols, I'm comin' to get you<br>The shells hit you, you screamin'<br>Think I'm playin'? I mean it<br>Man, I done bought all these pistols<br>Lets get it poppin'<br>Start wavin' my emboies shell cases get the droppin' (c'mon)<br>Like if it's down the corner, I got too much pride to hide<br>I'm outside, gun in my pocket just stunnin' I'm stoppin'<br>I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless, you know my contestants<br>As the world turns, there's lessons to be learned<br>Count all my blessin's, clean up my weapons<br>I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak will parish<br>I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like 50 nice chain<br>Malasio, twenty grand in chips at a dice game<br>Burn out, can't stop gotta watch mtv, bet<br>Nigga you see me!<br>I wonder if you mad, 'cause I'm doin' good<br>Or 'cause niggas feelin' me more than you in your own 'hood<br>And it hurts 'cause you love 'em and they don't love you back<br>'cause they know you just rappin' and you don't bust a gat<br>You pussy<br><br>Yeah, explain it to niggas in your hood nigga<br>They know you fuckin' frontin' nigga<br>Talkin' like gangstas on a record, I see you nigga<br>Niggas know me nigga, ask around in my 'hood nigga<br>Read the daily news nigga you see them talkin' about me nigga<br>I'm in the middle of all kinds of shit<br>Pussy, lets get it poppin'<br><br>G-g-unit, g-g-unit, g-g-g-unit, g-g-g-g-g-g-unit, g-unit!
