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2m16s
[Rap] Word up, son, word Yeah. To all the killers and hundred dollar billers Fellas For real n... as Who ain't got no feelin's Check it out now I got you stuck off the realness We be the infamous You heard of us, official Queensbridge murderers The Mobb comes equipped for warfare Beware of my crime family who got enough shots to share For all those who want to profile and pose Rock you in your face Stab your brain with your nosebone You all alone in these streets, cousin Every man for theyself in this land we be gunnin' And keep them shook crews runnin'like they suppose to They come around but they never come close to I can see it inside your face You're in the wrong place Cowards like you just get their whole body laced up with bullet holes and such Speak the wrong words, man and you will get touched You can put your whole army against my team I guarantee it'll be your very last time breathin' Your simple words just don't move me You're minor, we're major You're all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player Don't make me have to call your name out Your crew's featherweight My gunshots will make you levitate I'm only 19 but my mind is old When the things get for real my warm heart turns cold Another n... a deceased Another story gets told It ain't nothin'really Hey, yo, son spark that Phillie So I can get my mind off these yellowbacked n... s Why they still alive I don't know, go figure [Knocking] Hold on a minute! I couldn't choose a better location When the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation Getting closer to God in a tight situation Now, take these words home and think it through Or the next rhyme I write might be about you Son they shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks [Man] What the fuck.! Hold on a fuckin' minute! 'Cause there ain't no thing as halfway crooks Scared to death And scared to look Livin'the life that of diamonds and guns There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds Some get shot, locked down and turn nuns Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones Shook ones [Rap Beat] [Chattering] [Panting]
8 Mile
52.7s
[Chuckles] [Hip-hop] Oh, hey, "B", I got these new beats, man. You know how much I like your moms and everything, "B"... Shit. How much I really, really like your mama, Rabbit. [Laughs] But she wasn't doin'you no favor when she left you this car, man. Fuck you. Get out and walk. At least the radio plays. [Rap] What up with the whole East Coast/West Coast thing? Word. We got to put the Mo on the map. Yeah. Talk about the 3-1-3. Man, nobody even knows Detroit is in 3-1-3. Three-one-three! Three-one-three! What the fuck you talkin' about? You from 8-1-0. Man, we just got to make our own sound. Fuck everybody else. Then we get us a deal, go platinum, get cheesed out... and get all the bitches! - All the ho's. - Mmm! Do you think I have a big head?
8 Mile
1m6s
Your style is generic Mine's authentic made I roll like a renegade You need clinic aid My techniques bizarre and ill I scar and kill You were a star until I served you like a bar and grill As I proceed to cook and grill ya, that's all it took to kill ya You better recognize me Like I look familiar You wanna battle You beat around the bush like you scared to lick pussy So you eat around the tush I need a clown to push Someone that I can bully Wait a minute, I don't think you understand fully Me without a style is like mustard without the Heinz I lead the new school You're a buster without the rhymes, I'll crush the shit out ya lines Now I'm Da Sheki Smokin' da leaky leaky Ten freaky girls inside the Chin Tiki - Girl, when you see me - You better believe me This ain't a game And pimpin' ain't easy Anything goes when it come to ho's I'm the kingpin when it comes to flows You better ask someone if you don't know - When you see me girl say - What up, doe Chin Tiki girls Chin Chin Chin Tiki girls - Oh, shit. Look, man. - [Chattering Stops]
8 Mile
26.2s
Yo, what up, bitch? You ready to get knocked out, doe? [Lyckety-Splyt Chuckles] Wink said you lived in a trailer with your mom. [Laughing] But we didn't believe him. [Scoffing] [Blow Landing, Groaning] Come on, Elvis. Get up. Get up, bitch. [Booming Rap Continues] [Man] Get yo'faggot ass up and fight.
8 Mile