50 Cent
"8 Mile Road"

feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
[50 Cent]
Yeah..50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony
Yayo
G-UNIT!

[Lloyd Banks]
This rap shit plays a major part of my
life
So if you jeapordize it I got the right
To send a mothafucka 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 the child aint a dummy
It's funny, niggas would rather see
you sufferin' and hungry
I'm hungry as hell, skatin' with another
nigga's money
You lyin ya ass off, you know you
ain't that tough
I'm pullin ya mask off,as soon as you
act up
You know what I came for, a piece of
the game or
Artillary that's about as long as a
chainsaw (Lloyd Banks!)
I'm wide awake, but it still feels like
I'm dreamin'
Forty cal. under my pillow, condom
feelin' my semen
The physical presence of a female,
form of a demon
That's why, I fuck '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 fuck is you rippin'?
You trippin', more records could get
my ass in position
Death waits for no religion whether
Catholic or Christian
Listen, I went through momma bitchin
in and out the kitchen
With probable cause, cause poppa
was in an outta 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
Niggas 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 trail
"Cheche, get the Yayo"
Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!)
You can sift me, cut me, I'll turn you
to a junkie
I'm the number one seller in the whole
fuckin' country
Wallstreet niggas, 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'll smuggle, 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 into a
hater
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
You tryin' to move more birds
...In PA all day, on the corner of Third

[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
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)
Death 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
Nigga you see me!
I wonder if you mad, 'cause I'm doin'
good
or 'cause niggas 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 pussy

Yeah, explain it to niggas in your
hood nigga
They know you fuckin' frontin' nigga
Talkin' like gangstas on a record, I
see you nigga
Niggas know me nigga, ask around in
my 'hood nigga
Read the "Daily News" nigga you
see them talkin' about me nigga
I'm in the middle of all kinds of shit
Pussy, lets get it poppin'

G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-
G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit!