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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
35.3s
Three-One-Third! We in the house! Never get it twisted, this is my man right here! B-Rabbit! This is my man, right here! Yo, we have it, Rabbit. Yo, we on our way, dawg. We gonna get that big deal soon! And then we go get all the bitches! All the bitches! All the bitches! All the bitches! [Laughing] - Where we goin'? - I'm goin' back to work. Work? Get the fuck outta here. You ain't goin' to work! Yeah, you the man now, dawg. You ain't gotta work. Yeah, fuck Wink. Fuck Tha Free World, we are the shit!
8 Mile
20.9s
You a crazy motherfucker, you know that, trying to fight bouncers and shit. The fuckin' guy's obviously got somethin' against me. I go to the bathroom, come right back, he's actin' like he don't know me. Hold on, man. You fuckin' threw up on yourself, huh? Come here, man. [Laughing] Hey, Rabbit. I know you ready, Rabbit. Where you going? He hurled on his shirt.
8 Mile