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shots at the crew
I like my hoes by the two
Blew eight hundred K on a coupe (uh-huh, racks)
We fucked, there wasn't none else to do (skrt)
You play

fucking eight mile away from the tree I got stung by a killer bee
To my motherfucking man, fifty grand
The alcholic man still holds the high command
A dead

of time just a little bit (a little bit)
Pardon me yo I’m on some 50 Cent shit (a little bit)
The way you movin’ them thighs got me on the rise
Go from

The streets had me in a trance, pistol in my pants
Only fifty cent to my name but had the power in my hands
I did it my way (my way)
Did my own thing (yeah)

Clap Wit Me

Proof

Searching for Jerry Garcia [Bonus DVD]

2005

to maintain, no reason to jump off, come on

[Chorus]

[Proof]
"8 Mile" was dope, Obie brought heat
Emile on the beat, 50 kept us in the street
It's my destiny

the line when you the one that use to lead it
Judged by the cover could of took the time to read it
Been a hell of a season
50 every game this year
I finally

to vážne hovno
Po ceste zdutý domov som počúval svoj detský rap
V 13tich som chcel mať hlas ako 50 Cent
V štvrtej bráne býval tučný rozmaznaný Jožo
Problémy

Stingy like Mr krabs when it
Comes down to my sauce
Got chased by a fat mall cop
He look like Rick Ross
Like I'm hooping with this nigga
Hit him with

to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them."

8) "Never whine. Whining lets a brute know that a victim is in the neighborhood."

9) "Be certain

go wherever they go, we'll be 'round the world by the end of the month

And it's like Kdot, good kid, track 4
We gon' move everyday through the back

she thought I’d be the prince by now
What it do , What is right now ?
I ain’t feel this good since I did right now
Teachers woulda thought i went

H Town bass
Harlem Shake down, Cape Town
Till the details of our escape down
We was hungry but it's more than enough on the plate now
8 mile

young as a weighty fucker
Two hands on a weighty brucker
Mum know I'm gonna be late for supper
Bro tryna rev it in eights, you nutter
That's fifties

hovno
Hmm a bolo to vážne hovno
Po ceste zdutý domov som počúval svoj detský rap
V 13tich som chcel mať hlas ako 50 Cent
V štvrtej bráne býval tučný

of dat exsistz 
'cause no one can resist dis
8mile we shakedown & breakdown niggaz 
& bullshittaz
Bull drinkaz click-click sticky finghaz 
Porno graphic

Warren to Eight Mile out in Southfield with my cougar
I know how it feels to be clueless after watching a fox two news clip
Ain't no bad mood after

too
And I can't tell them shit

Home's eighteen by seventy-eight
Work's thirty by fifty-five
Drive twenty-six miles on a straight flat road
I could do

talkie's
7 and half square miles and like 8 hoods
You would think in such close proximity shit stayed good
At its best? yes, but at its worst shit aint good

chattin' for attention
Lil' bitch I ran up forty in a month so if I'm talking it's a fifty
On my momma huh
Faking the stability's a no no you facading huh
I

Takes your failures as losing that’s a losing attitude 
8 years in the making you ain’t breathing at my altitude 
I was born in Mile High City

clear out
The Lamb' truck drive by itself
I'm finna steer now
I gotta keep my head on the swivel
I'm a deer now
Aye, it's all about the money, but who

di feat
B-Bitch lay down, o ti punto la stick
G stay down, mentre sparo con l'uzi
Westside, best side
313,sto girando nella 8 mile
Yg per la street, ho

I been running a mile since I was eight
I turned the dial
A lot on my plate
Play crazy we gone send em with his opps
We got the lo we got the drop

It's about 8 miles long, B, Rabbit
Say my name, say my name
It's your Destiny, Child, stop judgin'
Until you see the rest of me
Jules, put a hit out,