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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
20.7s
Yo, I'm outta here. I'll catch you guys later. Man, get yo' mad, ramblin' ass in the car! [Laughs] Yeah. I hope you get a new ride soon. Maybe for that birthday trippin' ass. I'm gonna call yo mama, see what I can work out. [Laughing] - [Future] I got shotgun, Shabba. - [D.J. Iz Laughing] [Sol] Nigga, get in the back, Farrakhan.
8 Mile
29.2s
[Rap On Radio] I look like crap. If we knew it was today, I wouldn't have never gone out drinking... after the show last night. [Wink] I could always reschedule. No, no, no, no, no. I want to do it. Yeah. You want to do it? I want to do it. Yeah. When are we gonna see this little pictorial in a magazine, Alex? Pictorials for Playboy, fool. In fashion, it's "editorial." God damn, Frederick Douglass, will you shut the fuck up? It's for her book, man. - So she can get a job. - That's one book I'd definitely read. [D.J. Iz] That'd be the only one. [Rap Continues, Indistinct]
8 Mile
1m8s
- [Door Opening] - Yo, what up, dawg? - What up, dawg? [Wink] Wipe your feet, dawg. I ain't gonna wipe any feet. Hey, where yo' mama at? Workin', dawg. [Laughing] Yo mama.! Tell yo'moms to hang all that shit up. Yo, did you sign me up to battle tomorrow night at the fuckin' Shelter? [Chuckles] What? You heard me. Don't play fuckin'stupid with me, man. Did you sign me up? [Sighs Deeply] Jimmy... You know Papa Doc won last week, so he'll be defending his title. You gotta try to take that shit from him, man. You win battles, you get respect... I don't give a fuck, man! I'm sick of you always thinkin' you know what's best for me, dawg. You ain't my fuckin' father. I'm a grown man. Look, Jimmy, I know... LookJimmy nothin'. Fuck you! I told you not to fuckin' sign me up. What the fuck? You wanna fight me now, huh? Yo, you ain't the Future of shit, bitch! You just David fuckin' Porter. Hey, come on, fellas. You know what? Do what the fuck you wanna do, man. 'Cause I don't give a shit anymore. I really fuckin' don't.
8 Mile