8 More Miles (Freestyle|Explicit) - 50 Cent/Lloyd Banks/Tony Yayo

Lyrics by：Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/Christopher Charles Lloyd/Curtis Jackson/Marvin Bernard

Composed by：Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/Christopher Charles Lloyd/Curtis Jackson/Marvin Bernard

This rap **** plays

A major part in my life life haha

So if you jeopardize

It I got the right what

To send a **********

At you tonight uh huh

G-unit come on

And I ain't stoppin'

Till my clique poppin'

Swimmin' in barrels of money

Ma could walk around with her head up

'Cause her child ain't

A dummy it's funny yeah

Niggas a rather see you

Sufferin' and hungry

I'm comfy as hell

Skatin' with another

Nigga's money woooo

Your lyin' your ass off

You know you ain't that tough uh huh

I'm pullin' your mask off

As soon as you act up what

You know what I came for

A piece of the game or

Artillery that's 'bout as

Long as a chainsaw lloyd banks

I'm wide awake

But it still feels like I'm dreamin'

40 cal under my pillow

Condom fill of my semen

The physical presence of a female's

The form of a demon that's why I

**** 'em and leave 'em

Get my nut while I'm breathin' yeah

'Cause they thought

They'd catch me slippin'

Now I'm duckin' and drippin'

That's a thousand dollar outfit

What the **** is you rippin'

You trippin' no record could

Get my ass in position

Death waits for no religion

Whether catholic or christian

Listen I went through mama

******** in and out the kitchen

With probable 'cause

Papa was in and out the prison uh

You got soldiers but you

Still gotta respect ours

We got more four fives and

Nines than a deck of cards

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

Chi chi get the yayo

Get the yayo

Picture me being crack out of town

Trips on the train uh huh what

Chi chi get the yayo

Picture me being crack

Uh uh tony yayo

Here we go you could sniff me

Cut me I'll turn you to a junkie ahh

I'm the number one seller in the

Whole ******* country what

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 nuttin'

But trouble uh huh

I make your money double

Cook me in baking soda yea

I turn your hooprock into

A new range rover wooo

L pay all your bills and

Fill your 'frigerator uh huh

Feed your family

Turn your man to a hater uh huh

You can put me in your door

Panels or your stashbox

Put me in your nikes

Timbs or reeboks rrrrrrrr

If you cop three and

A half you hustlin' backwards

Cop a hundred grams

You movin' forwards what

I'm tryna move more birds

Than pa all day uh

On the corner of third oh oh

Nigga what

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 don' bought all these pistols

Let's get it poppin' yeah

Start to waving my more shell

Cases get to droppin' come on

If death is round the corner

I got too much pride to hide I'm outside

Gun in my pocket just stunnin'

I'm poppin' I'm dyin' to pop it

I'm young and I'm restless ooooh

You know not to test 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 perish

I told you before

Hoes they compliment me now like 50

Nice chain belagio

Twenty grand in chips

At the dice games hahaha

Ballin out can't stop yeah

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 yo hood

And it hurts 'cause you love

'Em and they don't love ya back

'Cause they know you just rappin'

And you don't bust your gat you pussy

Yeah explain it to the

Niggas in yo hood nigga

They know you ******* frontin' nigga

Talk all that gangsta **** on the record

I see you nigga niggas know me nigga

Ask around in my hood nigga

Read the daily news nigga

You see 'em talk about me nigga

I'm in the middle of

All kind of **** pussy

Let's get it poppin'

G-g-unit g-g-unit g-g-g-unit

G-g-g-g-g-g-unit g-unit