Lyrics:
wanna harass a nigga
Pass a nigga by but the outer
Look don't get no hit
See they own reflection when they tryin
To look in my tint
Project moving
Heart of the sun
Mother Nature's only one
Standing by all channels open
Send out to me
I'm ready to receive
High up she flies
Calling from
your death date, with a tre-8 special
It's way too late to wrestle, as I nestle the sword stoppers
Split your ass open like pinata
Loadin' up like
the Cy-Young
I'ma hit this motherfucker a mile
In the batters box, high as Steve Hal
You can't salary cap my gat
No strike, cause gangsta-rap is on the map
Yeah, it's so cold in the muthafucking D
I'm talking 'bout real cold mane
I'm talking 'bout June 19-mothafuckin'-86
On the west Side off 8 Mile Road
Yea
It's so cold in the muthafucking D.
I'm talking 'bout real cold mane.
I'm talking 'bout June 19-mothafuckin'-86,
On the West Side off 8
wanna harass a nigga
Pass a nigga by but the outer
Look don't get no hit
See their own reflection when they tryin
To look in my tint
Project moving
feelin' yourself
Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old
I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold
Crops with the prose where cops won't
on turning and my DJ keeps on cutting.
My constant high on life combats stress and strife,
But there always comes a time when you must sacrifice
So my cells
fifty deep
But they be fuckin' cowards when they by they selves
You know who I'm talkin' about
(You know who I'm talkin' about)
That's right, you
a million, by hustlin since my adolescense
From crack dealin to rap villain, my new profession
Who wanna see me at eight deep, fuck 3D
You coward ass
hoe on the ranch, I spray and smell dogs by the branch
Keep a broad doin splits, next gon' be doin the clit
One girl gone so bad, want me to Western
witnessing me blow up
Like seeing a tank of gas explode
And I'm, I'm high like a flight I'm sitting back of coach
By the window sipping Jack and Cokes
ain't gon' ruin me
I'm the only now that outdo me
I got hoes by the group tryna do me
My life like a movie, get head in the water
Don't gotta put in
BONES
The Juice mane
Yeah, uh huh
Yeah, uh
Yeah
Lets get it
Fuck a 8th, where the O's?
Let me buy, buy, buy
Timberlake with the K
Say bye
piled high
Kirk reminisced of rodeos, under summer skies
Laughter filled the cafe, as the game drew to an end
Two hearts bound by miles, but time they
Catapult, gatling gun
Enriched uranium by the tonne
Cracking lightning through the sky
Fossil fuels make me high
Ancient forests feed the fire
Fuel injected
And there's something I want you to hear
When you're miles and miles from here
Don't want to cry
Or say goodbye
Cause I get so high with you
The sweetest kiss
and we'll be outa here
Take me up on a wing and a prayer
If you need a friend you know I'll be there
Hound dogs howlin' all through the night
Eight miles
the Crooked I, well, listen to Ortiz voice
That dirt road hit the 8 Mile, the Point-Oh Boys
And if Marshall want me to clap, then, homie, I deploy
Game over
[Raekwon the Chef]
So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats
On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up
Word up, never stop
The general synopsis at 0800
Low east of Humber 942 expected fair isle 954 by 0600 tomorrow.
New low expected 100 miles west of Shannon 974 by same time
[Raekwon the Chef]
So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats
On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up
Word up, never stop
my name
They wanna nigga to run and get hung
high strung, so this pig can win the Cy-Young
I'ma hit this mothafucka a mile
In the batters box, high
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