Lyrics 8 Mile Road - G-Unit Remix - 50 Cent feat. Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo
Yeah,
50
Cent,
Lloyd
Banks,
Tony
Yayo
G-Unit
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
ain't
stoppin'
to
my
clique
poppin'
Swimmin'
in
barrels
of
money
Ma
could
walk
around
wit'
a
head
up
And
challenge
you
dummy
It's
funny,
niggaz
rather
see
you
sufferin'
and
hungry
I'm
hungry
as
hell,
skatin'
with
another
nigga's
money
You
lyin'
your
ass
off,
you
know
you
ain't
that
tough
I'm
pullin'
your
mask
off
as
soon
as
you
act
up
You
know
what
I
came
for,
it
isn't
the
game
ball
Artillary
that's
about
as
long
as
a
chainsaw
(Lloyd
Banks)
I'm
wide
awake,
but
it
still
feels
like
I'm
dreamin'
Forty
Cal
under
my
pillow,
condom
feelin'
my
semen
The
physical
presence
of
a
female,
form
of
a
demon
That's
why,
I
fuck
'em
and
leave
'em
Get
my
nut
while
I'm
breathin'
'Cause
they
thought
they'd
catch
me
slippin'
Now
I'm
duckin'
and
trippin'
That's
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,
mama
bitchin'
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
You
can
take
me
out
the
'hood,
but
can't
take
the
'hood
out
me
('Cause
what?)
'Cause
I'm
ghetto,
I'm
ghetto
Niggaz
hate
when
you
do
good
But
when
you
broke,
your
friends
and
your
enemies
They
love
you,
they
love
you
"Chi
Chi,
get
the
llello"
Picture
me
being
crack,
out
of
town,
trips
on
the
trail
"Chi
Chi,
get
the
llello"
Picture
me
being
crack
(Tony
Yayo)
You
can
sift
me,
cut
me,
I'll
turn
you
to
a
junkie
I'm
the
number
one
seller
in
the
whole
fuckin'
country
Wallstreet
niggaz,
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'll
smuggle,
I'm
nothin'
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
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
hustlin'
backwards
Cop
a
hundred
grams
You
movin'
forwards
You
tryin'
to
move
more
birds
In
PA
all
day,
on
the
corner
of
Third
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
polishin'
pistols,
I'm
comin'
to
get
you
The
shells
hit
you,
you
screamin'
Think
I'm
playin'?
I
mean
it
Man,
I
done
bought
all
these
pistols
Let's
get
it
poppin'
Start
wavin'
my
emboies
shell
cases
get
the
droppin'
(C'mon)
Like
if
it's
down
the
corner,
I
got
too
much
pride
to
hide
I'm
outside,
gun
in
my
pocket
just
stunnin',
I'm
stoppin'
I'm
dyin'
to
pop
it,
I'm
young
and
I'm
restless
You
know
my
contestants
As
the
world
turns,
there's
lessons
to
be
learned
Count
all
my
blessin's,
clean
up
my
weapons
I'm
ready
for
war,
the
strong
survive,
the
weak
will
parish
I
told
you
before,
hoes
they
compliment
me
now
like
"50
nice
chain"
Belagio,
twenty
grand
in
chips
at
a
dice
game
Burn
out,
can't
stop
gotta
watch
MTV,
BET
Nigga
you
see
me
I
wonder
if
you
mad,
'cause
I'm
doin'
good
Or
'cause
niggaz
feelin'
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
rappin'
and
you
don't
bust
a
gat
You
pussy,
yeah,
explain
it
to
niggaz
in
your
hood
nigga
They
know
you
fuckin'
frontin'
nigga
Talkin'
like
gangstas
on
a
record,
I
see
you
nigga
Niggaz
know
me
nigga,
ask
around
in
my
'hood
nigga
Read
the
"Daily
News"
nigga
You
see
them
talkin'
about
me
nigga
I'm
in
the
middle
of
all
kinds
of
shit
Pussy,
let's
get
it
poppin'
G-G-Unit,
G-G-Unit,
G-G-G-Unit
G-G-G-Unit,
G-Unit
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