Verse 1 I 'ma clean this whole shit out like climax, with words put togeather better then sony electronics, king of the jungle, humbly stay honest, eat
Listen Now! Psst.. Hey, Listen I love my job It makes me feel like... superman Can you fly? I can Wanna see? [Chorus] I'm only entertaining you why
[Young Zee] Uh, Zee I got waiting haze, my customers ho's, sleep with me We have small beef, I still sell them O's for three fifty They know in big beef
I'm in the zone don't feel like stayin' home cuz for now i don't wanna be alone im feelin like it's my day there's no better time to party than a friday
When they come like left for day I bet not in my head And now I wanna be bigger,bein' here with you It's not so hard to be I can see in my dream,I know
[Intro: 50 Cent] It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50 Break it down I got a lot of living to do before I die And I ain't got tyme to waste Let's make it [50 Cent
I don't think you understand That what you're doing is not so cool You think it's funny to mess with my mind Don't you You know I like you so you just
I made you [Chorus] [Nas] You can't be me, I'm tryin to walk a straight line Why they tryin to take mine? I'm past +8 Miles+ of every state line Eating
(dialogue) One take, let's do this, uh... uh, yeah I was bamboozled, fooled into thinkin' it was gonna be All poodles, now I see a bunch of pits
, the gun started sparkin Popo got to chalkin [Chorus] - 2X - (w/out - "nigga" at the beginning of the second time) Nigga if I made it to 8 Mile, you
then get, off this bus then split Man fuck this shit yo, I'm going the fuck home World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 mile road I'm a man,
Yeah renegades is back and the beat is sick, Jay z, freeway, 8 miles, Let's go... Verse 1 8 miles and running, got my 7 album droppin, And my 8 album
{lotto} I'll spit a racial slur honky sew me this shit is a Horror flick but a black guy doesn't die in this movie. fucking with lotto dawg you gotta
Now everybody from the 313 put your motha fuckin' hands up and follow me Now everybody from the 313 put your motha fuckin' hands up Look look Now while
Sometimes I just feel like, quittin I still mic, why do I put up this fight, why do I still write Sometimes it's hard enough just dealing with real life
Elvis will start turnin in his grave I dont know why they let you out in the dark You need to take your white ass back across 8 mile To the trailor park
[Rabbit] Now everybody from the 313 Put your mother fucking hands up and follow me Everybody from the 313 Put your mother fucking hands up¦look, look
[Lotto] Yo, it's time to get rid of this coward right here once and for all. I'm sick of the motha fucka! Check this shit out! Yo! I'll spit a racial