| Letras: LOSE YOURSELF
EMINEM
Look,
if you had one shot,
one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted
In one moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip
His plams are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now
The clocks run out, times up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy
No
He won't have it , he knows his whole back's to these ropes
It dont matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke
He's so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to this mobile home, thats when it's
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap city
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You want it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You want it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
The souls escaping, through this hole that is gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardoms close to post mortem
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's known as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cause here goes the cold water
His hoes don't want him no more, he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it's old partner, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You want it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers
And it's no movie, theres no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
See dishonnor caught up between bein a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another damn monotony's
Gotten to me, to the point I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot or I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure's not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go
I cannot grow old in Salems lot
So here I go its my shot.
Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You want it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better...
You can do anything you set your mind to, man
8 MILE ROAD
EMINEM
Sometimes I just feel like
Quitting I still might
Why do I put up this fight?
Why do I still write?
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealing with real life
Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
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 the stage fright
Drawing a blank like
(blabbering)
It ain't my fault
Great big eye balls
My insides crawl
And I clam up
I just slam shut
I just can't do it
My whole manhood's just been stripped
I have just been ripped
So I must then get
Off the bus then split
Man fuck this shit
Yo, I'm going the fuck home
Rolling my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road
I'm a man
I'ma make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks, man I'ma never look back
And I'm gone
I know right where I'm going
Sorry, momma, I'm grown
I must travel alone
Ain't gon' follow no footsteps I'm making my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
Walking these train tracks
Tryin to regain back
The spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap
To the same plant
And the same pants
Tryin to chase rap
Gotta move ASAP
Get a new plan
Momma's got a new man
Poor little baby sister, she don't understand
Sits in front of the TV buries her nose in her pad
And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
While she colors a big brother, a mother and dad
Ain't no telling what really goes on in her little head
Wish 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 cuz I ain't blew up yet
It's like a grew up but I ain't grow me two nuts yet
Don't got a rep, my step
Don't got enough pep
The pressure's too much, man I'm just tryin to do what's best
And I try
Sit alone and I cry
Yo I won't tell no lie
Not a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please, I'm beggin you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me homie wherever 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 too far
But yo I gotta get out there the only way I know
And I'ma 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
I'm a man
Gotta make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks, man I'ma never look back
And I'm gone
I know right where I'm going
Sorry, momma, I'm grown
I must travel alone
Ain't gon' follow no footsteps I'm making my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
You gotta live it to feel it
You didn't, you wouldn't get it
Or see what the big deal is
Why it was and it still is
To be walking this borderline of Detroit's city limits
It's different and it's a certain significance
A certificate of authenticity
You'd never even see
But it's everything to me
It's my credibiiity
You'd never seen, heard, smelled or met a real mc
Who's incredible or on the same pedestal as me
But yet still unsigned
Having a rough time
Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes
Go to work and serve mc's in the lunch line
When it comes crunch time
Where did 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 crab in the bucket
Cuz I ain't having to run with this little rabbits but 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 live like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit
At the Salvation Army trying to salvage an outfit
And it's cold
Trying to travel this road
Plus I feel like I'm always stuck in this battling mode
My defenses are so up
The one thing I don't want
Is pity from no one
This city is no fun
There is no sun
And it's so dark
Sometimes I just feel like I'm being pulled apart
From each one of my limbs
By each one of my friends
It's enough to just make me wanna jump out of my skin
Sometimes I feel like a robot
Sometimes I just know not
What I'm doing, I just blow, my head is a stove top
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that I don't got
But I've learned
It's time for me to u-turn
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned
Ain't no fallin' on next time I'll meet a new girl
I can not only 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 words
Got the urge
Suddenly it's a surge
Suddenly a new burst of energy has occured
Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third
I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird
Then I turn and cross over the median curb
Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur
I'm 8 Mile Road
I'm a man
Gotta make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks, man I'ma never look back
And I'm gone
I know right where I'm going
Sorry, momma, I'm grown
I must travel alone
Ain't gon' follow no footsteps I'm making my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
RUN RABBIT RUN
EMINEM -
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,
my life's like one great big ball of shit,
if I could just put it all in to all I spit,
stead I always try to swallow it,
instead of stareing at this wall and shit,
while I sit wrighters block sick of all this shit,
cant call it shit, all I know is i'll hit the wall,
if I haft 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 stillin 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 concealed enough,
my cup run'ith over i've done and filled it up,
but then explosion bust and spill's 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 to 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 to 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,
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,
crinkle 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 yours 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 comming,
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 change I grab it, rabbit run...
LOVE ME
OBIE TRICE FT. EMINEM & 50 CENT
[Obie Trice]
You don’t see me in the hood
It’s cuz I’m doin this man
[Obie Trice]
Niggaz I’m still grindin’
I’m still hearin’ those sirens
I’m still getting chased by those lights
Only the lights lime, and my mics on
And my time is none
Because I’m writing more
And I aint here to meet a soul in this business
I’m here to eat, speak until these hoes feel this
And I can’t let y’all derail me man
I got young Kobe hommie, you gotta let go of Obie
Cuz Obie be back, we get them craps going on and that giach going on
Soon as a nigga touch down backs from tourin
Cuz whatever put that on the cheddar man
But in the meantime its Jimmy Ivean time
Chase cheese rhyme till my voice give out
This is it my nigga’s, this what we boast about
Now I’m here, so shut your muthafuckin mouth
And show me love bitch
[Chorus]
I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night
I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night
[Eminem]
There’s a certain mystique, when I speak
That you notice that’s sorta unique, cause you know its me
My poetries deep and I’m stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat
You can’t sit still, its like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep
I’m strapped, just know in 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 can’t pay me enough, for you to play me, its cock-a-many
You just aint zanney enough, to rock with shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock’s coo-coo
I got screws loose, yeah the whole kitten kaboodle
I’m just brutal, its no rumor, I’m numero uno
Assume it, there’s no humor in it
No more you know, I’m rollin with a swollen bowlin’ ball in my bag
You’ll need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass
You better love me… bitch
[Chorus]
I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night
I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night
[50 Cent]
My boys is crazy in the hood, they holler my name
If it aint about the flow it’s about the stones and the chain
If I was you, id love me too, I roll like a boss
9/11 paws same color as cranberry sauce
I aint gonna front, I thought R. Kelly was your shit
Let me find out he fuckin round with Bow Wow bitch
Niggaz eatin popcorn right, rewindin the tape
Now Shorty, Momma and the Priest sit, hollerin rape
I’m convinced man, sumtin really wrong with these hoes
I thought Lil’ Kim was hot, till she start fuckin with her nose
Used to listen to Lauren hill, and tap my feet
Then the bitch put out a CD, didn’t have no beat
That boy D’Angelo, he determined not to fail
That nigga went butt-ass for his record to sell
My back shots help Ashanti hit them high notes
Then Big Ben taught Charli B’more to deep throat
Yea…
[Chorus]
I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night
I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night
ADRENALINE RUSH
OBIE TRICE
Get the fuck out motherfucker...
Hey yo...
When I step up in the bar, everybody hit the fucking floor,
Lucky motherfuckers make it to the door,
Cause when I spit on mic's I spit raw,
Which cause confusion from the bar to the dance floor,
I keep the club on the vex,
Cause he gotta pay me when I spit, plus replace alot of shit,
Niggas get a whiling,
When my words echo's the room like, Get your hand out my pocket,
You suck shit when my topics rockin,
I'm banned from clubs 'cause my toxic tonsils,
Loud speaker like a fucking sports announcer,
I spit the baa-haa till you rush the bouncer,
I rush the mutherfucker in your way who's bouncing,
You know old christ get their yak's pronouncin...
Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker,
Out your seat motherfucker, I'm a reach motherfucker,
Shady-records till I sleep motherfuckers
Obi-Trice nothin but street motherfucker
Tear this bitch up till you bleed motherfucker
I wouldn’t give a fuck who you be motherfucker
Punk, pussy, bitch or G motherfucker
Adrenaline rush before you leave motherfucker
When I speak I blow out your tweeters, yo dog,
Show out in speakers roll out with heaters,
I'm just an animal eating the game,
Jumbo monkey, funky and obie's the name,
I rose solo, never been a hoe though,
Keep yak's vocal when cats act loco,
Where you at when I'm moving the crowd,
You get trampled, mashed on detroit style,
Up out your seats, pump out the E's,
Off the beat's the crowd overpleased,
Where my nigga's at smoking them tree's,
Off the cognac, finger fucking the ski's,
That's how it is when you party with me,
You don't like it, you L-7 like a square beat...
Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker,
Out your seat motherfucker, I'm a reach motherfucker,
Shady-records till I sleep motherfuckers
Obi-Trice nothin but street motherfucker
Tear this bitch up till you bleed motherfucker
I wouldn’t give a fuck who you be motherfucker
Punk, pussy, bitch or G motherfucker
Adrenaline rush before you leave motherfucker
Yo, yo, since I came I rearrange the place with blaze,
Spays dope with coke-fevers DNA, I'm so addicted,
To gettin nigga's lifted, drunk off a liquid,
Obie Trice the misfit,
Douse'in the crowd with piss and voul's,
We underground motherfucker fix your frown's,
I beat the bore with a wisty tour,
Off a whisky you never been this deep before,
So throw up your hands and peep out your man's
When I come through next quarter trust it in you's,
And trust I'm attackin it,
I hook up the hot shit like ay see we havin it,
That's why I'm so miraculous,
And hope to get you nigga's pumped up,
I see you next time I see him chump,
That's right, you go through obie trice fucked up,
on your knees drop for these...
Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker,
Out your seat motherfucker, I'm a reach motherfucker,
Shady-records till I sleep motherfuckers
Obi-Trice nothin but street motherfucker
Tear this bitch up till you bleed motherfucker
I wouldn’t give a fuck who you be motherfucker
Punk, pussy, bitch or G motherfucker
Adrenaline rush before you leave motherfucker
WANKSTA
50 CENT
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
you said you a gansta
But you neva pop nuthin
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin
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
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
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
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
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
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
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 wangster
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
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
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
PLACES TO GO
50 CENT
yeah
Shady
Aftermath
see you met you
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
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
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 Damhn)
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 wouldn’t 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...
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
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
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 outta here
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
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
Ha-ha
Man I aint going to jail
Not even to visit a nigga
You want to holla at me, you wright me,
Matter a fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Boulevard,
In Montreal,
Ha-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 place 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...
8 MILES AND RUNNING
JAY-Z & FREEWAY
Yeah Renegades is back and the beat is sick,
Jay Z, Freeway, 8 Miles,
let's go...
[Jay-Z]
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,
[Jay-Z]
8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin,
and my 8th album coming,
feedin a thousand growling stomachs, freaks...
[Freeway]
6 miles and running got my fist straight poppin,
and my first album coming feedin 20 promises I made
[Jay-Z]
8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin,
and my 8th album coming,
feedin a thousand growling stomachs, freaks...
[Freeway]
6 miles and running got my fist straight poppin,
and my first album coming feedin 20 promises I made
[Freeway]
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 jealous 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..
[Jay-Z]
8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin,
and my 8th album coming,
feedin a thousand growling stomachs, freaks...
[Freeway]
6 miles and running got my fist straight poppin,
and my first album coming feedin 20 promises I made
[Jay-Z]
8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin,
and my 8th album coming,
feedin a thousand growling stomachs, freaks...
[Freeway]
6 miles and running got my fist straight poppin,
and my first album coming feedin 20 promises I made
[Jay-Z]
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...
[Jay-Z]
8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin,
and my 8th album coming,
feedin a thousand growling stomachs, freaks...
[Freeway]
6 miles and running got my fist straight poppin,
and my first album coming feedin 20 promises I made
[Jay-Z]
8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin,
and my 8th album coming,
feedin a thousand growling stomachs, freaks...
[Freeway]
6 miles and running got my fist straight poppin,
and my first album coming feedin 20 promises I made
SPIT SHINE
XZIBIT
I 'ma clean this whole shit out like climax,
with words put togeather better then sony electronics,
king of the jungle, humbly stay honest,
eat with the lions, swim with peranas,
gassoline the scene, strike the match,
inferno, I'm to throue nigga, so stand back,
I spit shine, get mine and rip rhyme
and make my career take a incline,
I'm strick with knives, straight with razors,
good with grenades and great with gadges, (yeah)
been around the world on a million stages,
watch nigga's bitch up and go through changes,
I had gun's before thugs was in fashion,
I mashed out before niggas knew mashin,
I knew terror before the plane started crashin,
I got punch lines and nigga's aint laughin...
I'm gon’ be here after the smoke die down,
Insomnia style I won't lie down,
fight the good fight don't need no help,
keep your hands up defend yourself,
move like I move and live life long ,
can't move up if your hearts not strong,
get your own shit cause this shit's mine,
every time I spit, I shine
cock-sucker I preach what I practise,
back shit up, wrap this, rap shit up,
still actin up, get found in the trunk of an Acuva,
yall suck like jail in dracula,
X turn up the heat, increase the hatred,
straight stone face don't fuck with gay shit,
so i guess that means I cant fuck with you now,
drew down, let off, facate to new town,
you feel like bishop, induced now,
gotta flame thrower that will burn
great holes till you goose down, (yeah)
rough sound, same strong background,
bent on black the big boys playin tips down,
my whole train of thought is the party,
any motherfucker with problems and not get caught,
I was blessed with life when I cursed to death,
I'm a spit till my very last breath...
FUCK Y’ALL!
I'm gon’ be here after the smoke die down,
Insomnia style I won't lie down,
fight the good fight don't need no help,
keep your hands up defend yourself,
move like I move and live life long ,
can't move up if your hearts not strong,
get your own shit cause this shit's mine,
every time I spit, I shine
Let me get a three second look, I hit a million dollar target,
You ain't came up yet well nigga' let me show ya, (aaaa)
Come across dope like planes and boats,
Like baloons filled with coke, down a mexican's throat,
you ever seen a man get smoked and shit on himself,
the body shake for a second, then it can't stop a second,
the evidence are the weapon and the people involved,
let one nigga talk, everybody gettin caught, for sure,
I say that, to say this,
if you cant handle the time then ride the beach,
might as well touch your tail and jump the fence,
castrate yourself expose the bitch,
X go head up, the fuck never ran from it,
I got engadged with buck shots that you can't stomach,
You ain't a killer you a album filler,
You ain't a soldier you a rap premoter,
Game over...
I'm gon’ be here after the smoke die down,
Insomnia style I won't lie down,
fight the good fight don't need no help,
keep your hands up defend yourself,
move like I move and live life long ,
can't move up if your hearts not strong,
get your own shit cause this shit's mine,
every time I spit, I shine
WASTING MY TIME
BOOMKAT
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
RAP GAME
D12
[Bizarre]
`The Rap Game`
Hip-hop 1-0-1
The hardest 9 to 5 you will ever have
You can’t learn this sh*t in no history book
You ready to rap mother f*cker?
You ready to sell your soul…heh heh heh
`The Rap Game` .. mother f*cker
[Swifty]
I’m a disruptive nigger
You made me crazy
You should a slayed me as a baby
Behavin shadier than Wes Craven
And you aint even gotta pay me
I take pleasure of layin a nigga down daily
You face me drunk of sober
You’ll faint fast
I’m never f*cked up to where I can’t whoop your ass
Your neck will get snapped wit bear hands…f*ck music
Is he rappin is cool but fool don’t confuse it
What happens these dudes get rude and then I lose it
Im scantlas
I blow your two kids off the atlas
With a gat that’s bigger
Then Godzilla’s back nigga
You are not real and in fact
Your fruity effect of a crack dealer
Yall president sends me smack
Den got a mack 10 wit it
So I aint gotta rap
But im thankful for that
dont mistaken me black
Or u be stankin in back of a f*ckin cadilac
[Eminem]
Ima get snuffed
Cause I aint said enough to pipe down
I pipe down when the white house is whipped out
when I see that lil cheany dike get snipped out
lights out b*tch adios goodnight
now put that in your lil pipe and bite down
think for a minute cause the hype has died down
that I wont go up in the oval office right now
and flip whatever ain’t tied down upside down
I’m all for America, f*ck the government
tell that C. Doloris Tucker slut to suck a d*ck
mutha f*cker duck what the f*ck son of a b*tch
take away my gun and I’m a tuck some other sh*t
cant tell me sh*t about the tricks of this trade
switch blade with a lil switch to switch blades
switch from a 6 to a 16 inch blade
sh*ts like a samurai sword a sensei
sh*t just don’t change to this day
im this way still till I utslay itchbay
ucksay my ickday
scuse my igpay atinlay
but uckfay a igpay
[50 Cent]
this rap game
this rap game
I aint sellin my soul for this rap game
I aint digging a whole for this rap game
but im telling ya no it aint happ-ning
this rap game
this rap game
I aint sellin my soul for this rap game
I aint digging a whole for this rap game
this rap game
this rap game
[Kon Artis]
i bet u rather me
drink n drown in my own eniquity
but f*ck that ima rap till u all get sick of me
and clutch my nut sack and spit on who pick on me
im hittin a rock next f*ck a dogg who sickin me
im sayin you mutha f*ckers dont know and quit playin
if im broke then im brakin open the place where you layin
you know
same sh*t every nigga done in his life
i lived it thats why i speak on what i want when i write
so why... should i...
fear another man if he bleed like i bleed take a piss an he stand
ok
you win... you can say we cant rap
but no source never mean we aint buyin on what they say is wack
[Kuniva]
i walk in the party and just start bustin
right after i hear the last verse im self-destruction
this liquor make me wanna blast the chrome
to let you know that time without more is getting jerome
im low down and shifty
quickly called swifty
to do a drive by on a 10-speed with "50"
you feelin lucky? squeeze
i catch you outside of chucky cheese
well just see, who be an unlucky G
my life style is unstable
a partyin attic
they said no fighting in the club so i brought me a matic
coughin estatic
i jump niggas call me a rabbit
popin a tablet
and guns that saw you in half
[50 cent]
beleive me
we run this rap sh*t fo shizzie
make makin millions look easy
every where ya turn you see me
you hear me
believe me
for ya see my pistol in 3-D
no time to call a peace treaty
dial 9-1-1 cause u need de-
police to help you believe me
[Proof]
i snatch the tounge from the sidewalk and piss on the curb
this is absurb
these street niggas twistin my words
we finally could
say goodbye to hollywood
cause proof an shaun
share nuttin in common
the nastyest band
with gats in each hand
we never bomb down to be a flash and a pan
no remorese
f*ck you stature dog
nuttin to do wit hands when i clap at yall
put ya jaw on the ground
wit the 4 and a pound
im goin out of town
for the long come around
so we can battle wit raps
so we can battle wit gats
matter fact we can battle wit plaques
[50 Cent]
this rap game
[Bizarre]
im too f*ckin retarded
i dont give a f*ck about my d*ck
thats why im dating loraina bobbet
my crew had an argument
who was the largest
now they all is dead
and im rolling as a solo artist
plus i made all the beats and wrote all the raps
well i really didnt
but i did according to this contract
i was stoned in the snow
wit no where to go
freezin 20 below
forced to join bail tip dafoe
my little girl she shouldnt be listening to these lyrics
thats why i glued the headphones to her ear to make sure she hear it
if rap dont work, im starting a group wit garth brooks (hahhaha)
50 sing the hook
[50 Cent]
this rap game
this rap game
I aint sellin my soul for this rap game
I aint digging a whole for this rap game
And im telling ya no it aint happ-ning
this rap game
this rap game
I aint sellin my soul for this rap game
I aint digging a whole for this rap game
this rap game
this rap game
U WANNA BE ME
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
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...
CHORUS
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...
THAT´S MY NIGGA FOR REAL
YOUNG ZEE
[Verse 1]
Uhhhh….Zee
I got waitin haze, my customers hoes sleep with me
We have small beef, I still sell em O’s for 350
They know in big beef, I pop 100 times
We like road kill, I leave niggas brains on 1 and 9
Am I down bitches? They be ready to kill
I be like chill, they be like
[Chorus]
That’s my nigga fo real (I’m from the bricks)
That’s my nigga fo real (Young Zee, smack, all my niggas, they be like)
That’s my nigga fo real (yea B Boy you my nigga, yea talk to em)
I don’t give a fuck if we don’t sell a record, still run get this money in the bricks
Spill it Zee….
[Verse 2]
I’m like, Santa clause I deliver niggas grams raw straight form panama
Feens eat it up like Hannibal
And my dimes disappear like magic wands
I sell em till the crack of dawn
And destroy every track I’m on
Plus I have a clam packed in the back of vans
More raw then the Taliban, murk you for half a gram
I get B boy to drop you truck in the river
Fuck Snoop Dogg, he be like
[Chorus]
That’s my nigga fo real
That’s my nigga fo real
That’s my nigga fo real
That’s my nigga fo real
[Verse 3]
Scarecrow, what
I’m tryin a walk before I crawl I want it all
Ever since I came out of my mommas walls
I’m tryin to make so much dough when I write a song
I can bite em off
While your click on the corner sellin vinyl call
Niggas mad at us, gladiators like maximus we fabulous
Why you fall off like canabus’ manager
My man D U keep the Nina pillin
[Chorus]
That’s my nigga fo real
That’s my nigga fo real
That’s my nigga fo real
That’s my nigga fo real
[Verse 4]
Zee need Buddah, E user, Beep, free lookers spittin from our PT Cruiser
My tape don’t drop I still got dough to make
Got little niggas on roller skates holding my coke and weight
Blow paper, hoe chaser, dough raiser, Joe Fraiser
16 celly’s and 4 pagers
Go hype up your squads that they mite fuck with ours
I just light up cigars go buy pipes, trucks and cars
Got acts in Indian, Atlanta deep ran the street 10 grand a week
I give em one word to put your man to sleep
And I love my jersey live bitches, they’ll leave a niggas face with 35 stitches
They’ll help me cop cinablocks and push your kids so deep in the ocean
They’ll see where octopuses live
This label deal is for Raz, Pace, and Chill I know mad heads but still
[Chorus]
That’s my nigga fo real
That’s my nigga fo real
That’s my nigga fo real
That’s my nigga fo real
BATTLE
GANGSTARR
{*scratched: "What? You wanna battle ME?"*}
{*scratched: "Yo man, how much money you got?"*}
{*scratched: "What? You wanna battle ME?"*}
{*scratched: "Yo man, how much money you got?"*}
[Guru]
I used to guzzle 40's, and own a beat up Caddy
Since the hood still love me, I'll turn the heat up daddy
I went from mackin fly honies on the train
to straight relaxin on the beach, countin money gettin brain
Soon as you rappers get a chance you wanna floss a lot
You buy a iced out watch because it cost a lot
Then you in the club, stylin with dough
Profilin with hoes that we boned, a while ago
You rookies haven't done enough laps around the track
You had one hot single, but then your album sounds wack
Son you bore me with your war stories
You ain't even do that shit, so that's just more stories
How you expect us to take you seriously?
The look in my eye punk, has got you scared of me
I'm blastin your sons, I'm snatchin your funds
You catch a royal ass-whoopin, you've been askin for one
{*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}
"What.. what?" {*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*}
"Yo man.." "You know the drill"
{*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}
"What.. what?" {*scratch: "You wanna battle me?"*}
"Yo man.." "How much money you got?"
[Guru]
Bitch you don't even know, the half about me
I bring it straight to your chest, ask your staff about me
I'm just a little bit older, plus a whole lot wiser
I might advise ya, or I might pulverize ya
I can visit any city, get respect in the street
While you alone in your room, shook to death of the streets
I'll take a second to speak, I keep my weapon in reach
I ain't talkin romance but you'll get swept off your feet
I keeps a ghetto chick, that loves to blast and she peddle shit
Groupies fake moves, I get her to settle shit
You can't compare to the status right here
Legendary worldwide, we can battle right here
Listen junior, I'ma tear back your wig
This ain't TV but I'll show you what a "Fear Factor" is
Stop grillin me, and all that frontin is killin me
You leave me no choice but to hurt your feelings G
{*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}
"What.. what?" {*scratch: "You wanna battle me?"*}
"Yo man.." "How much money you got?"
"What.. what?" {*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*}
"Yo man.." "You know the drill"
{*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}
{*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}
{*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*}
{*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around"*}
"You know the drill"
{*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*}
{*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}
"You know the drill" |
