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点击复制8 Mile Road_50 Cent&Lloyd Banks&Tony Yayo (G-Unit remix) - 50 Cent (50美分)
歌手独白
This rap sh*t plays a major part in my life
So if you jeapordize it I got the right
To send a motherf**ker 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 child ain't a dummy
It's funny niggas rather see
You sufferin' and hungry
I'm comfy as hell skatin' wit
Another ni**a's money
You lying ya a** 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
Artillery that's about as
Long as a chainsaw
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 females
The form of a demon
That's why I f**k '
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**k is you rippin'
You trippin' on records could
Get my a** in position
Death wish for no religion
Whether Catholic or Christian
Listen I went through mama
*****ing 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
You can take me out the 'hood
But can't take the 'hood out me
'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 train
"Cheche get the YAYO"
Picture me being crack
You can sniff me cut me
I'll turn you to a junkie
I'm the number one seller
In the whole f**kin' country
Wall street 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'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
Door panels or your stash box
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
You can take me out the 'hood
But can't take the 'hood out me
'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'
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 blessing'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
Ni**a you see me
I wonder if you mad '
Cause I'm doin' good
Or 'cause niggas 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**sy
Yeah explain it to niggas
In your hood ni**a
They know you f**kin'
Frontin' ni**a
Talkin' that gangsta sh*t on a record
I see you ni**a
Niggas know me ni**a ask around
In my 'hood ni**a
Read the"Daily News"
Ni**a you see them talkin' about me ni**a
I'm in the middle of all kinds of sh*t
P**sy lets get it poppin'
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