1. _ Lose Yourself
Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted
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2. _ 8 Mile
It's alright, it's ok, i'm gonna make it anyway
Verse 1
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,
sometimes I just wanna jump on stage and just kill mic's,
and show these people what my level of skill's like,
but I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life,
something ain't right, hit the brake lights,
case of this stage fright, draw on the plane flight
call but I might fall,
it aint my fault crying eye balls'
my insides crawl and I clam up,
I just slam shut, I just can't do it,
my whole man-hoods, just been stripped,
I've just been picked so I must then get on the 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...
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I'm a man, I'm a make a new plan,
time for me to just stand up and travel new land,
time to leave and just take matters into my own hands,
once i'm over these track man i'm a never look back,
and i'm gone and I know right where i'm goin,
sorry momma i'm grown, I must travel alone,
aint no followin footsteps, i'm making my own,
only way that I know how to escape from, 8 mile road...
Verse 2
Walking these train tracks trying to regain back,
the spirit I have before I go back to the same crap,
to the same plant, in the same pants,
trying to chase rap, gotta move a.s.a.p,
gotta get a new plan, momma's gotta new man,
poor little baby sister, she dont understand,
sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad,
and just colours until the crayon get dull in her hand,
while she just colours her big brother and mother and dad
there's no telling what really goes on in her little head,
wish that I could be the daddy that neither one of us had,
but I keep running from something I never wanted so bad,
sometimes I get upset, cause I aint blew up yet,
its like I grew up but I aint grown up to nuts yet,
dont got a rep, my step, dont got enough pep,
the pressures too much man i'm just trying to do what's best,
and I try, sit alone and I cry, yo I wont tell her why,
not a moment goes by that I look right at the sky,
please i'm begging you god,
please dont let me be fishin holding no regular job,
yo I hope you will be getting home, whereva you are,
yo i'm telling you dog, i'm bailing this trailer tomorrow,
tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye,
say whenever you need me baby, i'm never to far,
but yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know,
and i'm a be back for you the second that I blow,
on everything I own, i'll make it on my own,
off to work I go, back to this 8 mile road...
CHORUS
Verse 3
You got to live it to feel it, you didn't then you wouldn't get it,
well see what the big deal is, why wasn't and still is,
to be walking this borderline of Detroit city limits,
its different in it, a certain significant of certificate
of authenticity, you'd never even see but its everything to me,
its my credibilaty, you never seen, heard, smelt a meda ta MC,
who's incredable on the same pedestal as me,
the chaque still unsigned, having a rough time,
sit on the porche with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes,
go to work and serve MC's in the lunch line,
but when it comes crunch time, where do my punch lines go,
who must I show, to bust my flow, where must I go, who must I know,
or am I just another grabbing the bucket
cause I aint having no luck with this little rappers so fuck it
maybe I need a new outlet, I'm starting to doubt shit,
I'm feeling a little skeptical who I hang out with,
I look like a bum, yo my clothes aint about shit,
at the salvation army trying to salvage an outfit,
and its cold trying to travel this road,
plus I feel like i'm always stuck in this batteling mode,
my defenses are so up one thing dont want it pity from no one,
this city is no fun, there is no sun and its so dark,
sometimes I just feel like, i'm being pulled a-part,
from each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends,
its enough to make me just wanna jump out of my skin,
sometimes I just feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not,
what i'm doing I just blow my head as a stove top,
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot,
sometimes my mouth just overloads the acid, I dont got,
but I learned its time for me to U-Turn,
yo it only takes one time for me to get burned,
aint no callin her next time I need a new girl,
I can no longer play stupid or be immature,
I got every ingredient all I need is the courage,
like I already got the beat all I need is the word,
uh uh got the urge, suddenly its a surge,
suddenly a new burst of energy hits the curve,
time to show these free world leaders, three and the third,
I am no longer scared now, i'm free as a bird,
then I turn and cross over the medium curve,
hit the burbs and run and see its a blur, this 8 mile road...
CHORUS
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3. _ Wanksta
by 50 Cent
[spoken]
It's 50 a.k.a farrari
f 50
break it down
I got alot of loving to do for a dime
And i aint got time to waste
Lets make it
[chorus]
you said you a gansta
But you neva pop nuthin
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin
[verse 1]
You ain'ta friend of mine, (huh)
You ain't a kin of mine, (nah)
What makes you think Ima run up on you wit the nine
We do this all the time
Right now we on the grind
So hurry up and cop and we go selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she so fine
I gotta make her mine
A ass like that gotta be one of a kind
I Crush em' every time
Push em' with every nine
I'M fuckin wit they mind
I make em' press rewind
They know they can't shine if i'm around the rhyme
land on paroza's 94 cause I commit the crime
I send you my line, I did it 3 to 9
The D's ran up in my crib
You know who droppin dimes
[Chorus 2x]
You said you a gangsta
but you neva pop nothin
You said you a wanksta
and you need to stop frontin
You go to to the dealership
but you neva cop nothin
You been hustling a long time and you ain't got nothin
[Verse 2]
Damn Homie, In highschool you was the man homie
What the fuck happened to you
i got the sickest vandada when it come to the cheddar
And if you play with my paper, you gonna meet my berreta
Now shorty think Ima sweat her, sippin on a merada
I'm livin once then deta, i know i could do beta
She look good but i know she after my cheddar
She tryna get in my pockets
Homie and i ain't gonna lett her
Be easy,stop the bullshiting
you get your whole crew wet
We in the club doin the same ol' two step
Gorilla unit cause they say we bugged out
cause we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 3]
Me I'm no mobster
Me I'm no ganster
Me I'm no hitman,me i'm just me,me
Me I'm no actor
But It's me you see on your t.v
cause i hustle baby
This spanish shit is so easy
I'm getting what you get for a brick to talk greasy
By any means, partner, i got to eat on these streets
If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop me heat
Niggas sayin they going murph 50 how
We ridin roung with guns the size of little bow wow
What you know about a.k and a.r's 15
Equipped, with night vision, shell catchers and dem things, huh
[Chorus 2x]
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4. _ Places To Go
by 50 Cent
(50 Cent saying)
yeah
Shady (echo)
aftermath (echo)
see you met you (Echo)
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I got places to go, I got people to see,
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me,
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
(Repeat)
Verse 1
you mistaken me for somebody that you should be testing,
your should be stressin I'm gonna fuckin teach you a lesson,
MAC 101's in session and lace the track that I'm blessin,
smith and western's, the weapon, in case you just guessing, (God Damh (Echo))
these straight busters kept-in, kept-in my benz, hop-in the end's,
watch the 22 spin , my hoe's a perfect 10
I got shot up but I got up and i'm back at it again,
motherfuckers they thought I would'nt win, pretend to be friends,
at first you fail, try, try, try, try again,
i'm the best don't you get it, forget it, when I spit it, its crazy,
you love it, admit it, you like it, I live it, its shady,
aftermath in your ass bitch, if its not a classic,
When it's dumped, trash it, so I got it mastered,
stop and get your ass kicked, bastered, your misses get drastic,
glock made out of plastic, cock-it and get blasted, run nigga and stash it...
CHORUS
Verse 2
There is a genie in that bottle of that don-pari'on,
I'm a drink till I get to that bitch in the morn,
Introduce me to the booth they gonna listen to my words,
In the hood they feel my shit...
(break-it down...)
Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the paper
Picture me starting shit, picture me busting my gat,
picture police man Dan gotta picture of that,
picture me being broke, picture me smokin a sack,
picture me comin up, picture me rich from rap,
picture me blowin up, now picture me going back,
to my momma basement to live, shit, picture that,
where I'm from its a fact, you gotta watch your back,
you wear a vest without a deck, use a target jack,
hastle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack,
sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, crew are back,
50 Cent, too much spent?, man I'm bent, I'm out'ta here
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(50 Cent Saying)
Ha ha
Man I aint going to jail
Not even to visit a nigga
You want to holla at me you write me,
Matter a fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Boulevard,
In Montreal,
Ha ha
riding around in one of Dre's Farrari's nigga,
or matter a fact I might be in Detroit,
riding down 8 Mile road,
you know for one of them en-joints and shit,
Ha ha
ya heard, I got places to go man,
you know, shady aftermath,
we finished our print money,
puttin our faces on this motherfuckin bill thug shit,
Ha ha ha ha ha,
aint seem to be doing much...
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5. _ Rap Game
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6. _ 8 Mile Runnin
by Jay Z / Freeway
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 coming,
Feedin a thousand growling stomachs,
But I could rewind the counter ta back, back,
When it was now or nothing,
People said I would amount to nothing,
That I had time for nothing,
Said I wasn't from the valers
or the sellers by your gunman,
I can see the folks now he got what he had coming,
Now that my 8th album's coming,
Everybody smiling wanting something,
claiming that they done something for em,
got Jay Z and pom poms in they whole uniforms,
claiming they be running and telling everybody like Martin Lawrence,
about how hot my rap performace was before I was who I was,
claimin that they threw it up before I threw it up, you what..
Where was you before I blew this up,
I didn't see you in the courtroom when everyone was suein us,
I didn't see you in all black when everybody was suitin up,
back on the block, kickin it in and it was no you with us,
CHORUS
8 miles and running, got my 7 album droppin,
and my 8 album coming,
feedin a thousand growling stomachs, freaks...
6 miles and running got my fist straight poppin,
and my first album coming feedin 20 promises I made
(Repeat)
Verse 2
6 miles and running in the pontiak,
6 thousand 86 trans mic shift,
while the engine run,
anyone turn around
and give me one more chance,
let em smoke and scream em one more grams,
so i'm a bring them, homie, son and my pop,
stick close to my momma, keep toasters for drama,
mix alot with my son, my son growin and he learnin alot,
thats what i'm toastin, thats what i'm burin, so pop,
right on your own, rell 'em nigga, tell 'em nigga,
its like a biblical scripture,
look back turn to salt like the sinners
and most yall heartless and self-centered
like me shaggin, me shack,
set up your brother cause you tell us nigga,
heat back, uh, like, you never love for never
and cops watch every step, 6 miles and running
dodge in every trap, the rap ginger bread man,
cherish every precious breath, stat pick a second gat
uh..
CHORUS
Verse 3
Back when nobody would find me a talent,
Nobody would sign me, nobody believed in me,
Nobody but mommy blindly, but how could she deny me,
Me being the youngest friend to come up out of her,
tell me, she got every love for me,
when niggas would worn me the industry shun me,
that's why I'm taking all the industries money,
revenge is sweet honey, we run this,
young is the illest, free is the future,
beans and bleekers right now,
we can see our 8 miles nigga...
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7. _ Love Me
(Obie Trice)
You don't see me in the hood
it's cause I'm doing this man
Verse 1
(Obie Trice)
Nigga's I'm still grinding, (yeah...)
I'm still hearing those sirens,
I'm still getting chased by those lights,
Only the light's mine and my mic's on
And my time is none because I'm writing more,
And I ain't here to meet a soul in this business,
I'm here to eat, speak until these hoes feel this, (for sure...)
and I can't let yall de-rail me man,
I got young coby, homie, you gotta let go of Obie
cause Obie be back on, we got them cracks going on
and that yak going on,
soon as a nigga touch down back from tour,
It's whateva, put that on the chedda man,
but in the meantime, its Jimmy ivene time,
chase cheese, rhyme till my voice give out,
this is it my niggas this what we boast about,
Now I'm here so shut your motherfucking mouth...
And show me love bitch!
CHORUS
(Obie Trice)
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life, (I dont love you bitch)
wanna hold you in the morning, (Ha)
hold you through in the night.. (Hahaha)
(Obie Trice)
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life, (We wanna love alchohol, we wanna love guns,)
wanna hold you in the morning, (we wanna love money)
hold you through in the night.. (Ha) (we dont wanna love bitches though)
Verse 2
(Eminem)
There's a cirtain mistique when I speak,
that you notice that its order unique,
cause you know its me, my poetry's deep,
and i'm still matic the way I flow to this beat,
you cant sit still, its like tryin to smoke crack
and go to sleep, i'm strap,
just knowing any minute I could snap,
i'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped,
I bully these rappers so bad lyrically,
it aint even funny, I aint even hungry,
it aint even money, you cant pay me enough
for you to play me, it's cock-amamie,
you just aint zanie enough to rock with Shady,
my noodle is cock-adoodle, my clocks koo-koo,
I got screws loose, yeahhh, the whole kitten-kaboodel,
there's no room and i'm numiro uno, assuming,
there's no humor in it, you know
i'm rollin with a bowling ball in my bag,
you need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass..
(Em Saying)
you better love me bitch...
CHORUS
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life,
wanna hold you in the morning,
wanna hold you in the night..
(Obie Trice)
(and all the bitches say)
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life,
wanna hold you in the morning,
wanna hold you in the night..
Verse 3
(50 Cent)
my buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name,
if it aint about the flow,
its about the stones and the chain,
if I were you, i'd love me too,
I roll like a boss, 9-11 po same colour as cranberry sauce,
I aint gonna front, I thrown R-Kelly with this shit,
let me find out he fucking round with bow wow bitch,
nigga's eatin popcorn right, rewinding the tape,
now shorty momma in the precent hollar'in rape,
i'm convinced man something really wrong with these hoe's, (Obie Trice)
I thought lil-kim was hot before she started fucking with her nose, (God Damh)
you to listen to Lauren Hill and tap my feet, (Obie Trice)
then the bitch put out a CD that didn't have no beat, (uh-ha)
that poor De-angelo he determined not to fail,
that nigga went butt-ass for his recoard to sell,
my back shots to help Ashyonti hit them high notes,
and Big Ben taught Charlie abit more then deep throat...
CHORUS
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life, (Obie Trice)
wanna hold you in the morning, (I luv'a burnish the monies, the bunnies)
wanna hold you in the night.. (I just wanna hold you
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life, (Obie Trice)
wanna hold you in the morning, (I just wanna hold you)
wanna hold you in the night..
(50 Cent)
(YEAH)
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8. _ Wasting My Time
by Bookmat
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 tease me
You give me just enough to hang on enough
When you're just wasting my time
You're simply wasting my time
So quit wasting my time
Do you hear me when I say
So let me ask you something
Do you think I'm pretty or don't you
Do you wanna get with me or not and nowwww
Or are you just wasting my time
You're simply wasting my time
So quit wasting my time
And what would you've got to say
Well things have got to change
Say this just isn't right
I don't wanna have to fight
And I think I'd better go
Cause this ain't working out any more
and I'm sorry, sorry, sorry
Understand
That what you did
Was just not so cool
Baby, you're just not that cool
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9. _ Wanna Be Me
by Nas
uh, ohhhhh, baby, baby (uh ha ha ha ha)
keep it thug and keep your heat
na na na na
Verse 1
Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that appose me,
I think of kings who died and rappers out to de-throne me, (uh)
before they crowned there head is cut off,
bodies is layin dead in the street its so fuckin pitiful,
first they love me, could be the bitch that even live with you,
mad at your riches now she switch turn miserable, (uh)
cause she want to dress like bonnie, robbie and christal do,
but christal single, bonnie's broke and a nigga's too,
I can do bad by myself, went from rags to wealth,
from jagz to bently's to plenty ass bitchs,
cant keep their hands to there self nomore,
i'm like Hue Hefner, you lessar, you just...
CHORUS
wanna be me, you cant, you faggot, you bitch,
you social coward, you clown, you just wanna be down,
so you wanna be me, you bitch, you phony, you clone me,
you wanna be me son, i'm the one and only, but you,
wanna be me, you suckers, you weak, you flunky's,
you fake, you could'nt come close on my worst day,
but you wanna be me, i'll burn you and learn you a lesson,
consernin is my profession, turnin ya my direction,
you cant be me
Verse 2
no even in your wildest fantasy,
its childish, shit I haft ta resort to violance,
pay me ahalf a million, i'll consult your album,
and show you how to stay off my dick,
thats the thing I hate the most, cant even call you a man,
when you gotta call out my name to get ya some fans,
no tallent, you need direction, your a pussy with a yeast infection,
you unlucky, i'm your fuckin C section,
plus i'm the last real nigga alive,
toast glass L with-o the label, get high,
rely, how many classics I gave you,
perhaps if you think back, you'll relize that I made you...
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Verse 3
i'm tryin to walk a straight line,
while they tryin to take mine,
I'm pass 8 miles of every state line,
eating alegators and humming bird hearts,
at the player ball preani suit, shupers watch (??),
as real million-airs shittas take place (??),
evil is hitlers hate race, people this is god's son,
and i've come from the garden of pure peace,
to represent the streets, you will see,
that my plan is not to destroy a man,
but to bring more to mankind and teach,
every MC reach for your pens and papers,
lesson 1 be creative, what you made of junior,
cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in ya hand,
and understand to battle Nas is not in ya plan,
i'm the last real nigga alive, understand that,
and you my offspring, a boss-sting(??),
a bullet proof, posche things, hard for you to understand that,
Nas the king, where my cribs (??), where my benz at,
play me a gangsta's theme, while you entertain me,
if I aint cryin, laughin to the lines, throw your ass in,
what the fuck were you nigga's thinkin,
guns would clutch if I get an anklin
that you commin for the kingpin,
but I laugh at you cowards, ha, ha, ha,
take me out, try, try, try....
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10. _ Run Rabbit Run
Some days I just wanna up and call it quits,
I feel like i'm surrounded by a wall of bricks,
everytime I go to get up I just fall in piss,
ho ho ho ho hma mother fucking ho u is a bitch i is fed up o ur shit my life's like one great big ball of shit,
if I could just put it all in all I spit,
instead I always try to swallow it,
instead of staring at this wall and shit,
while I sit writers block sick of all this shit,
cant call it shit, all I know is i'm about to hit the wall,
if I have to see another one of mom's alchaholic fits,
this is it, last straw, thats all, thats it,
I aint dealing with another fucking politic,
i'm like a stewin bubble in him, till it filters up,
i'm about to kill it, I can feel it building up,
blow this building up, i've been sealed enough,
my cup run it over i've been filled up,
but then explosion bust and spills my guts,
you think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts,
but i'm a show you what, you gonna feel my rush,
you dont feel it then it must be too real to touch,
feel to touch, i'm about to tear shit up,
goosebumps, yeah i'm make your hair sit up,
yeah sit up, i'm a tell you who I be,
i'm make you hate me cause you aint me,
you aint, it aint to late to finally see,
what you close minded fucks were too blind to see,
whoever find me, is gonna get a finders fee,
out this world and aint no one out there mind as me,
you need peace of mind, well here's a piece of mine,
all I need's a line but sometimes,
I dont always find the words to rhyme,
to express how i'm really feeling at that time,
yeah sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, just sometimes,
its always me, how dark can these hallways be,
the clock stikes midnight, 1, 2, then half past 3,
this half ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper, (Tear)
i'm desperate at my desk if I could just get the rest,
of this shit off my chest, again, stuck in this slum,
cant think of nothing, fuck i'm stumped,
but wait here comes something,
nope, its not good enough, scribbel it out, new pad,
krinkel it up and throw that shit out,
i'm fisseling now thought I had figured it out,
ball's in my court but i'm scared to dribbel it out,
but i'm afraid, why am I afaid, why am I a slave to this trade,
sign that i'll spit to the grave, real enough to rawl you up,
what me to flip it I can rip it any style you want,
i'm a switch, yeah a bitch, jimmy smith aint a quitter,
i'm a sit here till I get enough,
for me to finally hit a fucking boiling point,
put some oil in your joints,
flip the coin bitch come get destroyed,
an MC's worst dream I make them tense since they hate me,
see me and shake like a shangeling fence,
by the looks of them you would swear that jaws was comming,
by the scream of them you would swear i'm sawing something,
by the way they running you would swear the law was coming,
its now or never tonight is all or nothing,
momma, jimmy keep leaving on us, he said he'd be back,
he pinky promised, I dont think he's honest,
I be back baby I just got to beat this clock,
fuck this clock, i'm make them eat this watch,
dont believe me watch, i'm a win this race,
and i'm a come back and rub my shit in your face,
bitch I found my neck, you gonna hear my voice,
till you sick of it you aint gonna have a choice,
if I gotta scream till I have half a lung,
if I have half a chance I grab it, rabbit run...
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