Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not 8 Mile There is no sun, and it's so dark just been stripped, I've just been ripped Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault Sometimes my mouth just overloads the gas that I don't got 8 Mile - 8 Mile Road Lyrics. And all they get from society is a moment of silence Yo I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes by I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like "50 nice chain" Tryin to chase rap, gotta move ASAP at Salvation Army tryin to salvage an outfit [50 Cent] I'll make your money double Added to the correctional system from peddling both I'm wide awake but it still feels like I'm dreamin' I can no longer play stupid or be immature G-UNIT! [50 Cent] You never seen heard smelled or met a real MC But yo, it's hard to resist it With the fact that I'm no different than half of these jokes I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless, you know the contestants You pussy Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto Could've been simple and dumb, grew up and managed to cope I'm pullin' your mask off as soon as you act up Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS). Count all my blessin's, clean up my weapons Talkin' all that gangsta shit on a record, I see you nigga To be walkin this borderline of Detroit city limits They never seem to care or just think twice Ain't gonna follow no footsteps, I'm makin my own [Verse 2] Appearing stupid I'll pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator Rather be a misfit than have her alarmed While she colors her big brother, her mother and dad This is just a preview! (8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin Cop a hundred grams, you moving forwards But then nobody acknowledges all the problems in rhyme You tryin' to move more birds And show these people what my level of skill's like Lets get it poppin' Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write You lyin' your ass off, you know you ain't that tough It's time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights Yo, yo! I'm outside, gun in my pocket just stunnin' I'm stoppin' You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me (Cause what?) 8 Mile Road Lyrics: Daisies in the chain / Woven in your hair that falls / Into a braid / Woven' round the statue's toes / In the gardens you made / Bells that sing and chime / Little crystal bells Go to work and serve MC's in the lunchline Or am I just another crab in the bucket Please don't let me be piegon holed in no regular job 8 Mile Miscellaneous 8 Mile Road [Eminem] Sometimes I just feel like, quittin I still might Why do I put up this fight, why do I still wri Stay up Detroit, We've lived through the ups and the downs, Could've been simple and dumb, grew up and managed to cope, With the fact that I'm no different than half of these jokes, Maybe addicted to some drug, like heroin, coke, I had some homies who died in a mobile home, In a ride over Jordan 4's or in line on a mobile phone while they dialing, And all they get from society is a moment of silence, But then nobody acknowledges all the problems in rhyme, So then I promised my mom I'd never be a statistic, They rap about guns 'cuz that's the place where we from, I went back with a vengeance, got a spectacular figure rapping, Says the adolescent as he leans on the speaker, And all of the lessons are mess at best that they feed us, Our parents don't contest it, so I guess they just breed us, I prayed for it heavily, "God, send us a Street Light". Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge Or see what the big deal is, why it was and it still is The shells hit you, you screamin' Cook me in baking soda [Tony Yayo] White boys don't call me coke, they call me blow Belagio, twenty grand in chips at the dice games You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand [Eminem] Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes Says the adolescent as he leans on the speaker Don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep Your bricks are our rage through the emptiness of each house shuttered, of each factory closed of authenticity, you'd never even see Sometimes I just feel like, quittin I still might Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write Sometimes it's … I'm smuggled, I'm nothin' but trouble We've lived through the ups and the downs And "We ain't got nobody to teach us" Nigga you see me! But when you broke, your friends and your enemies Swimmin' in barrels of money If Jeffrey's down the corner, I got too much pride to hide I just can't do it, my whole manhood's So if you jeapordize it I got the right One! Off to work I go, back to this 8 Mile Road Sometimes down, but never out I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird In a ride over Jordan 4's or in line on a mobile phone while they dialing Ain't no fallin on next time I meet a new girl They know you fuckin' frontin' nigga Start to wave em and boy shell cases get to droppin' (C'mon) But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know It's funny, niggas would rather see you sufferin' and hungry Where must I go, who must I know You can put me in your door panels or your stashbox The physical presence of a female's the form of a demon Say whenever you need me baby, I'm never too far We got more four five's and nines than a deck of cards G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit! You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it They rap about guns 'cuz that's the place where we from 8 Mile Road (G-Unit Remix) Lyrics: Yeah.. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo / G-UNIT! I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak shall perish And I'ma be back for you, the second that I blow My sentences crafted with killers and crack-cooking dealers And I try, sit alone and I cry Or cause niggas feelin' me more than you in your own 'hood I'm feelin a little skeptical who I hang out with I'm in the middle of all kinds of shit "Chi Chi, get the yayo" To send a mothafucka at you tonight The pressure's too much man, I'm just tryin to do what's best Make sure your selection 8 Mile Road Lyrics: We've lived through the ups and the downs / But we remain, Detroit / We can never turn our backs on you Detroit, because we are you / My home / Yo, yo! I prayed for it heavily, "God, send us a Street Light" You can sniff me, cut me, I'll turn you to a junkie I went back with a vengeance, got a spectacular figure rapping Maybe addicted to some drug, like heroin, coke I'm walkin these train tracks, tryin to regain back It's either you laugh or fear it But yet I'm still unsigned, havin a rough time ...In PA all day, on the corner of Third [Eminem] Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin to doubt shit Artillery that's about as long as a chainsaw (Lloyd Banks!) Read the "Daily News" nigga you see them talkin' about me nigga Ain't no tellin what really goes on in her little head 8 Mile Road Think I'm playin'? [Chorus] I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet 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'? and I clam up I just slam shut Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home That's why I, fuck 'em and leave 'em As the world turns, there's lessons to be learned [Lloyd Banks] Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad I'm the number one seller in the whole fuckin' country Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!) Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur from 8 Mile Road

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