8 Mile Road (G-Unit Remix)

(الألبوم: The New Breed - 2003)

[50 Cent:]
Yeah 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
G-Unit!

[Lloyd Banks:]
This rap shit plays a major part in my life
So if you jeopardize it I got the right
To send a motherfucker at you tonight
G-Unit! And I ain't stopping till my clique popping
Swimming in barrels of money
Ma can walk around with her head up, cuz her child ain't a dummy
It's funny, niggas would rather see you suffering and hungry
I'm comfy as hell, skating with another nigga's money
You lying your ass off, you know you ain't that tough
I'm pulling your mask off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, a piece of the game, or
Artillery that's about as long as a chainsaw (Lloyd Banks!)
I'm wide awake but it still feels like I'm dreaming
Forty cal. under my pillow, condom full of my semen
The physical presence of a female's 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 rippin'?
You tripping, more records could get my ass in position
Death waits for no religion whether Catholic or Christian
Listen, I went through Mama bitching in and out the kitchen
With probable cause, 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
"Chi Chi, get the yayo"
Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the train, what!
"Chi Chi, 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
Wall Street 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
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 door panels or your stashbox
Put me in your Nikes, Timbs or Reeboks
If you cop three and a half you hustling backwards
Cop a hundred grams, you moving forwards
You trying to move more birds
In PA all day, on the corner of Third

[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
The shells hit you, you screaming
Think I'm playin'? I mean it
Man, I done bought all these pistols
Let's get it popping
Start to wave em and boy shell cases get to dropping (C'mon)
If Jeffrey's down the corner, I got too much pride to hide
I'm outside, gun in my pocket just stunning I'm stopping
I'm dying to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless, you know the contestants
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 perish
I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like "50 nice chain"
Belagio, twenty grand in chips at the dice games
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 a gat
You pussy

Yeah, explain it to the niggas in your hood nigga
They know you fucking fronting nigga
Talking all 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, let's get it popping

G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit!