50 Cent - 8 Mile Road (g-unit Remix) lyrics

(feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo) This rap sh** plays a major part IN my life So if you jeapordize it I got the right To send a mothaf**a at you tonight G-Unit! And I ain't stoppin' to my clique poppin' Swimmin' in barrels of money Ma could walk around wit' HER head up CAUSE HER AINT A dummy It's funny, n***as rather see you sufferin' and hungry I'm COMFY as hell, skatin' wit another n***a's money YOU LYIN YA ASS off, you know you ain't that tough I'm PULLIN' your MASK off as soon as you act up You know what I came for, A PIECE OF DA GAME OR Artillary that's about as long as a chainsaw (Lloyd Banks!) IM WIDE AWAKE, BUT IT STILL feels like I'm dreamin' Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feelin' my semen The physical presence of a femaleS, THE form of a demon That's why, I f** 'em and leave 'em Get my nut while I'm breathin' 'Cause they thought they'd catch me slippin', now I'm duckin' and trippin' That's a thousand dollar outfit what the f** is you rippin'? You trippin', ON records could get my a** in position d**h wish for no religion whether Catholic or Christian Listen, I went through MAMA b*tchIN in and out the kitchen With probable causeS, PAPA WAS IN AND out OF prison You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours We got more four five's and nines than a deck of cards [Tony Yayo] You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me ('Cause what?) 'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto n***as hate when you do good But when you broke, your friends and your enemies They love you, they love you "Cheche, get the YAYO" Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the traiN "Cheche, get the YAYO" Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!) You can SNIFF me, cut me, I'll turn you to a junkie I'm the number one seller in the whole f**in' country Wallstreet n***as, they cop me on the low White boys don't call me coke, they call me blow It's time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane I'M smuggleD, I'm nothin' but trouble I'll make your money double Cook me in baking soda I'll turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover I'll pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator Feed your family, turn your man to a hater YOU CAN Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox Put me in your Nik's, Timbs or Reeboks If you cop three and a half you hustlin' backwards Cop a hundred grams, you movin' forwards I'M tryin' to move more birds ...In PA all day, on the corner of Third (ni**a WHAT!) [50 Cent] 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 WHEN shells hit you, you screamin' Think I'm playin'? I mean it Man, I done bought all these pistols Lets get it poppin' Start to wavin' my M1, shell cases get TO droppin' (C'mon) IF DEATH IS 'ROUND the corner, I got too much pride to hide I'm outside, gun in my pocket, YOU stunTin' I'LL STOP IT I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless, you WANNA CONTEST US 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 SHALL parish I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like "50 nice chain" Malasio, twenty grand in chips at a dice game BALLIN' out, 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 own '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 YA gat You p**y Yeah, explain it to n***as in your hood n***a They know you f**in' frontin' n***a Talkin' THAT gangsta sh*t 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-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit!