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47.6s
Your lyrics are shitty Like when I cop a squat Who told you could fuck with the mighty Papa Doc For steppin' on his stage I should rock your knot Don't get too close or you might get shot Yo, nigga, call your mama and tell her come get you And if she knew him she could bring your midget pops with her I put a hole in your head like a. 12-gauge Lookin'like Kris Kross Jiggity-jump your ass on stage 'Cause I'm a grown man, son I'll slaughter you Make your ma wish that her fat ass aborted you Whoa.! A lot ofhostility at the end of the 45 seconds. Let me get that mike from you. Open up a little bit. Let everybody see your Future. Know what I mean? How y'all feelin' about Shorty Mike right here? [Booing, Yelling] Kind of mediocre love? Just a'ight for Shorty Mike? What do you all think of Papa Doc, man? That's what I'm talking about.! Papa Doc.! [Cheering]
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24.5s
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?
8 Mile
48.2s
Man, I don't even know why you got to be all like that. This is a good deal for him. This shit is for real. Oh. It's for real? - Like that time you said your cousin worked for Dr. Dre? - [Snickering] Or like that time you were real tight with that intern in Russell Simmons' office? - [Laughing] - Or how about the time... Man, shut the fuck up! Why you always givin' me shit, man? I mean, is it because I'm makin' moves? Or is it because your ass is stuck hosting battles for, like, two years? - You're a fuckin' loser. - Who the fuck you callin' a loser? Chill, man! Chill! How can you guys fight about this shit now? I know what you're trying to do with our group, bitch! [All Yelling] Cheddar's layin' up in the fuckin' hospital and you guys want to fight about this? So fuckin' stupid.
8 Mile
24.3s
You were so good outside. - In line at a lunch truck? - Yeah. And at the Chin Tiki the other night? And that demo thing with Wink? You're gonna get a deal soon. [Whispers] I feel it. You was in the parkin' lot the other night? My friends think you're crazy. Yo, your friends don't even know me.
8 Mile
2m30s
Man, I'm gettin' so sick and tired Of fuckin' with this steel They only give us 30 minutes to eat lunch and chill My body achin' just to get a buck I'm sick of eatin' this shit off this fuckin' lunch truck Nasty-ass food I'm in a nasty-ass mood I should have called in sick Shit, I had somethin' to do I can't believe I'm hearin' all this ravin' and rantin' From Vanessa up here at the New Detroit Stampin' You need to get your food and take your ass back to work You're dreamin' if you think them corny-ass raps will work Look at y'all Standin'out here freezin' like dumb fucks Rappin' away for food off this raggedy lunch truck Who want what Who pumped up to get rolled up I spit venom in every direction Soak some up Look at this fat-ass nigga Sloppy sucker You an ugly motherfucker Your pop should have wore a rubber Stop rhymin' Keep your day job, Vanessa Next time, leave that bullshit home on the dresser Speaking of dresses Take a look at Paul the fruitcake When you travel you probably pack panties in your suitcase Made out oflace from Victoria's Secret If ten men came in a cup you'd probably drink it [Crowd Groaning, Laughing] Okay folks Enough with the gay jokes Especially from a gay broke bitch yourself, eh, loc Who is this... His style is doo-doo You've worked here longer than me and I get paid more than you do Serious, man. Dawg, take a seat What's this guy standin' in line for He ain't got money to eat Check this out Yo, yo This guy cashed his whole check and bought one Ho-Ho [Laughing] Fuckin' homo, little maggot You can't hack it Paul's gay, you're a faggot At least he admits it Don't even risk it - This guy's starvin' to death Someone get him a biscuit - [Laughing] I don't know what they told you, Mike You must have had them cornrows rolled too tight This job, you wanna quit But you can't You've worked at this plant so long, you're a plant Look at your goddamn boots For Christ sakes - They're startin' to grow roots - [Laughing] On this mike you get faded - You look like a pissed-off rapper who never made it - [Crowd] Ooh! Hey, why you fuckin' with the gay guy, "G" When really you're the one who's got the H.I.V. [Crowd] Ooh! Man, I'm done with this clown He's soft Fuck it, I'll let homegirl finish you off [Yelling] [Vanessa] A guy like you would never get a real woman You jackass, gojack off That's the only way you comin' Hey, lookin' for your brother?
8 Mile
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
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]
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