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8 Mile Road
50 Cent

[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 ainÂ’t stoppinÂ’ to my clique poppinÂ’
SwimminÂ’ in barrels of money
Ma could walk around witÂ’ a head up and challenge you dummy
ItÂ’s funny, niggas rather see you sufferinÂ’ and hungry
IÂ’m hungry as hell, skatinÂ’ with another niggaÂ’s money
Take your hats off, you know you ainÂ’t that tough
IÂ’m callinÂ’ your bets off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, it isnÂ’t the game ball
Artillary thatÂ’s about as long as a chainsaw (lloyd banks!)
By the way, this feels like IÂ’m dreaminÂ’
Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feelinÂ’ my semen
The physical presence of a female, form of a demon
ThatÂ’s why, I fuck Â’em and leave Â’em
Get my nut while IÂ’m breathinÂ’
Â’cause they thought theyÂ’d catch me slippinÂ’, now IÂ’m duckinÂ’ and trippinÂ’
ThatÂ’s a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippinÂ’?
You trippinÂ’, 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, itÂ’s probably sendinÂ’ out to prison
You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours
We got more four fiveÂ’s and nines than a deck of cards

[tony yayo]
You can take me out the Â’hood, but canÂ’t take the Â’hood out me (Â’cause what? )
Â’cause IÂ’m ghetto, IÂ’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, IÂ’ll turn you to a junkie
IÂ’m the number one seller in the whole fuckinÂ’ country
Wallstreet niggas, they cop me on the low
White boys donÂ’t call me coke, they call me blow
ItÂ’s time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane
IÂ’ll smuggle, IÂ’m nothinÂ’ but trouble
IÂ’ll make your money double
Cook me in baking soda
IÂ’ll turn your hooprock into a new range rover
IÂ’ll pay all your bills and fill your Â’frigerator
Feed your family, turn your man into a hater
Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox
Put me in your nikÂ’s, timbs or reeboks
If you cop three and a half you hustlinÂ’ backwards
Cop a hundred grams, you movinÂ’ forwards
You tryinÂ’ to move more birds
...in pa all day, on the corner of third

[50 cent]
You can take me out the Â’hood, but canÂ’t take the Â’hood out me (what? )
Â’cause IÂ’m ghetto, IÂ’m ghetto
Picture me polishinÂ’ pistols, IÂ’m cominÂ’ to get you
The shells hit you, you screaminÂ’
Think IÂ’m playinÂ’? I mean it
Man, I done bought all these pistols
Lets get it poppinÂ’
Start wavinÂ’ my emboies shell cases get the droppinÂ’ (cÂ’mon)
Like if itÂ’s down the corner, I got too much pride to hide
IÂ’m outside, gun in my pocket just stunninÂ’ IÂ’m stoppinÂ’
IÂ’m dyinÂ’ to pop it, IÂ’m young and IÂ’m restless, you know my contestants
As the world turns, thereÂ’s lessons to be learned
Count all my blessinÂ’s, clean up my weapons
IÂ’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, canÂ’t stop gotta watch mtv, bet
Nigga you see me!
I wonder if you mad, Â’cause IÂ’m doinÂ’ good
Or Â’cause niggas feelinÂ’ me more than you in your own Â’hood
And it hurts Â’cause you love Â’em and they donÂ’t love you back
Â’cause they know you just rappinÂ’ and you donÂ’t bust a gat
You pussy

Yeah, explain it to niggas in your hood nigga
They know you fuckinÂ’ frontinÂ’ nigga
TalkinÂ’ like gangstas on a record, I see you nigga
Niggas know me nigga, ask around in my Â’hood nigga
Read the daily news nigga you see them talkinÂ’ about me nigga
IÂ’m in the middle of all kinds of shit
Pussy, lets get it poppinÂ’