50 Cent - 8 More Miles - Freestyle by 50 Cent and G Unit lyrics

Sometimes I just feel like, quittin I still might Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin with real life Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just k** mics And show these people what my level of sk**'s like But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault Great then I falls, my insides crawl And I clam up (wham) I just slam shut I just can't do it, my whole manhood's Just been stripped, I have just been vicked So I must then get off the bus then split Man f** this sh** yo, I'm goin the f** home World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land Time for me to just take matters into my own hands Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back (8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone Ain't gon' follow the footsteps I'm making my own Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me (what?) 'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto Picture me polishin' pistols, I'm comin' to get you The shells hit you, you screamin' Think I'm playin'? I mean it Man, I done bought all these pistols Lets get it poppin' Start wavin' my M-1 shell cases get the droppin' (C'mon) d**h round the courner the corner, I got too much pride to hide I'm outside, gun in my pocket you stunnin' and stoppin' I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless, you know not to test this As the world turns, there's lessons to be learned Count all my blessin's, clean up my weapons I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak will parish I told you before, hoes they compliment me now that 50 in nice chains Beligio, twenty grand, chips at a dice game Ballin now, can't stop gotta watch MTV, BET n***a you see me! I wonder if you mad, 'cause I'm doin' good Or 'cause n***as feelin' me more than you in your 'hood And it hurts 'cause you love 'em and they don't love you back 'cause they know you just rappin' and you don't bust a gat You p**y Yeah, explain it to n***as in your hood n***a They know you f**in' frontin' n***a Talkin' like gangstas on a record, I see you n***a n***as know me n***a, ask around in my 'hood n***a Read the "Daily News" n***a you see them talkin' about me n***a I'm in the middle of all kinds of sh** p**y, lets get it poppin' G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit!