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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
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
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
27.6s
It's like you see in the magazines and stuff? Without doubt. Hey, Rabbit. Where ya been? You call him Rabbit, too? I gave him that nickname. Stop it. N-No, I did. When he was little, he had buckteeth and big ears... [Giggling] He was so cute. "Wike a wittle wabbit." Right, baby? [Laughing] [Both Continue Laughing]
8 Mile