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30.8s
The roof The roof The roof is on fire We don't need no water Let the motherfucker burn Burn, motherfucker Burn It's almost beautiful. When I was little, I used to want to live in a house like this. You know, how it used to be. You live with your family? [Siren Blaring, Distant] I got out of there as quick as I could. Left home when I was 17. What about you?
8 Mile
1m44s
Now, everybody from the 3-1-3 Put your motherfuckin' hands up and follow me Everybody from the 3-1-3 Put your motherfuckin' hands up Look, look Now while he stands tough Notice this man did not have his hands up This Free World's got you gassed up Now who's afraid of the big, bad wolf One, two, three and to the four One Pac, 2Pac, 3Pac, four 4Pac, 3Pac, 2Pac, one You're Pac, he's Pac No Pac, none This guy ain't no motherfuckin' M.C. I know everything he's got to say against me I am white, I am a fuckin' bum I do live in a trailer with my mom My boy Future is an Uncle Tom I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob Who shoots himself in his leg with his own gun I did get jumped by all six of you chumps And Wink did fuck my girl I'm still standin' here screamin' "Fuck Tha Free World" Don't never try to judge me Dude, you don't know what the fuck I been through But I know something about you You went to Cranbrook That's a private school What's the matter, dawg You embarrassed This guy's a gangsta His real name's Clarence Clarence lives at home with both parents, Clarence's parents have a real good marriage He don't know how to battle He's shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks He's scared to death He's scared to look At his fuckin'yearbook - Fuck Cranbrook - [Music Stops] Fuck a beat. I go a cappella. Fuck a Papa Doc. Fuck a clock. Fuck a trailer. Fuck everybody. Fuck y'all if you doubt me! I'm a piece of fuckin' white trash, I say it proudly. And fuck this battle. I don't want to win. I'm outtie. Here, tell these people something they don't know about me.
8 Mile
18.1s
What up, Manny? I know. You was late today, Smith. It wasn't my fault. My car wouldn't start. It ain't never your fault. I don't want to hear it. I guess this probably isn't the best timing, but I really need some extra shifts, Manny. Are you shittin' me? You just started working here... Hey, Dutton.
8 Mile
1m4s
[Clattering, Banging] [Knocking On Door] [D.J. Iz] Man, ain't nobody here. [Future] I can't believe they sent him home already. If you ain't got insurance, the medical establishment will fuck you up. Where the fuck else would he be? Just thank God he's alive. [Scoffs] No. Thank God he didn't shoot his fuckin' dick off. That's why brothers need to sign themselves a deal. I'm tellin' you. Record labels supply niggas with the benefits they need. Dawg, if we sign us a deal, you can take the motherfuckin' benefits. We talkin' Bentleys and Benjamins, not Blue Cross and Blue Shield. I don't give a fuck about none of that. I just wanna hear Three And A Third on the box, know what I'm sayin'? One of them strong songs on J LB, you know? We need to save that shit up, put it into savings bonds. We can build our own studio... Savings bonds? Let me ask you a question, dawg. How the fuck are we brothers? We need fine bitches and phat rides, - No goddamn savings bonds. - That's all we ever do, man, is talk shit. "We need to get fine bitches and phat rides!" "No, what we need to do is put our money in savings bonds." "No, what we need to do is get our songs on J LB." Man, shut the fuck up. All of us never do shit about nothin'. We're still broke as fuck and live at home with our moms.
8 Mile