8 More Miles lyrics

Artist  : 50 Cent 
Song : 8 More Miles



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[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' a
head up and challenge you dummy
It's funny,
niggas rather see you sufferin' and hungry
I'm
hungry as hell, skatin' with another nigga's
money
Take your hats off, you know you ain't
that tough
I'm callin' your bets off as soon
as you act up
You know what I came for, it
isn't the game ball
Artillary that's about as
long as a chainsaw (Lloyd Banks!)
By the way,
this 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 wish for no religion
whether Catholic or Christian
Listen, I went
through my ambition in and out the
kitchen
With probable cause, it's probably
sendin' out to 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 llello"
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 emboies shell cases
get the droppin' (C'mon)
Like if it's down the
corner, I got too much pride to hide
I'm
outside, gun in my pocket just stunnin' I'm
stoppin'
I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and
I'm restless, you know my
contestants
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 like "50 nice
chain"
Malasio, twenty grand in chips at a
dice game
Burn out, 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 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 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!