Come on. Yo! Can I get some fuckin' privacy here, man? All right. Come on, man, come on. Why? Yo, my bad, man. Look, if something's going to happen with this shit, it needs to happen now. Hey, man, I feel you. I know exactly what you're talking about. All right, come on, man. How you feelin'? I feel good. You feel good? Yeah. I'm ready. You sure?
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9.2s
You ready, baby. I wanna see you rip that shit, all right? It's time to let these motherfuckers know. Yeah, you, baby. Three-One-Third. It's all you, baby.
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2.4s
She's gonna need the car if she's pregnant.
8 Mile
5.7s
I'm gonna need a place to crash. - You gonna stay at your mom's? - [Laughing]
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26.8s
What the fuck, man! Who the fuck is you, nigga? Where the hell do you think you going? Going backstage. I'm in the battle. You can't go backstage. Come on, dawg. I got a stamp on my hand. You gotta go around front. You just seen me, dawg! I just came from... I didn't see nothin'. Man, you just fuckin' seen me! I just went to the bathroom! Whoa! What's happening? This guy's got a fuckin' problem with me! Shut the fuck up. He's straight, dawg. He's straight. He with you? Yeah. Okay, cool, Future. But I think your boy got a attitude problem.
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
5.7s
Yo.! What the fuck, man.! Quit playin'with your fuckin'self! Open the door.! [Toilet Flushing]
8 Mile
3.2s
Let's see. Yo! Get the fuck off me, Cheddar.
8 Mile
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
7.4s
[Vomiting] [Pounding] [Vomiting Continues] Yo! What the fuck?
8 Mile
4.7s
No milk. Yo, can I get a ride to work in the morning?
8 Mile
4.3s
Where's your car? I left it with Janeane.
8 Mile
10s
Me and Janeane just broke up. Oh, I'm sorry, honey. I thought you had a really good thing goin' with her. - She sleepin' with somebody else? - No.
8 Mile
4s
Baby, are y-you stayin' here for a while or what?
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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
50.5s
Listen up now. Leadaz ofTha Free World in the motherfuckin' house. - Me and Papa Doc will battle any motherfuckers here. - Yeah. - Told you them niggas was talkin' shit. - Man, fuck Tha Free World. - Yeah! Fuck Tha Free World! [Chuckles] - Fuck Tha Free World? You Three-One-Third bitches is wack. Hey, yo, fat ass Yeah, I'm talking about your man Sol I bet if I kicked you in your chest, pork chops will fall out your asshole You cats is pussy Soft like wet flowers Leadaz ofTha Free World here to smash all you cowards - Look at Future... - Don't even start, nigga. - What you gonna do about it, faggot? - Who you callin' a faggot? Don't play yourself, bitch. Hold on. Yo, Elvis. You don't wanna step to this. You need to take that white-ass rap shit of yours back across 8 Mile. Caught your choke act at The Shelter last night. [Laughing]
8 Mile
3.3s
What the fuck were you thinkin', man? "Fuck Tha Free World."
8 Mile
13.9s
So how'd it go? Guys, why don't we go to this after-hours club? So where we goin'? Hmm? Oh. My house. What about your mom? Workin' nights now. This the after-hours spot? Heck, yeah.