Lyrics:
me up, I need 8 miles, no Mekhi Phifer
That's big talk from a little boy with a pacifier and a shitty diaper
That's fan shit
They wanna fuck with
way to decide if you'd rather make it or die
Try'na break rich hustlin' for my 8 cent
Clayton Hystwise sucker clown we all we got
In my mind where
pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
the sky tryin' to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin' they hate us with a passion
Mashin', still fresh in three-day
a well bow tis doe waaaaaaay!
Submitted by Zodiac
NIGHT GOAT:
She wants my way to feel
And I cut my teeth
It's more nine hundred miles
Oh,
and the living
50 homicides and we ain't even seen the Summer, nigga
More than a hundred twenty in the year of 2020
Shit made record books
While I listened to them
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
never starve for the kid
Could've asked parents for a little more money for lunch, but I knew they ain't have it a lot
So I'd buy cans of soda for just 50
A hundred fifty thousand miles on the road
Jenny just turned 33 with a new job and her first one on the way
She just bought a ride at discount price from
real
(why they wanna play with me tee cost eight-fifty)
This ak spray at a hundred miles per hour little boy
This car goes two hundred miles per hour
101 and one forests
100 day to abandon
99 percent
98 minutes
97 daughters
96 men in uniform
95 faces
94 pages
93 million miles away
92
block street
Nigga health care insured by that guap
More ways than [?] to me [?]
Jackals playin' overseas with they yacht
Shit I probly be the same I find
up
My lil DC shawty a figure 8
All of these bans gon scan then assimilate
Copy the work then I print it off
Whole lotta racks by my 'sace draws
I needa
50's
All about the Benji's, competition can't fuck with me
I woke up this morning, bussed down a swisher
I woke up this morning, bussed down a swisher
thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't bother me, it don't bother me
(50 cent) when the shell casings get to
Droppin' it
When you stop the programs for after school
And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
We scream, "rocks, blows,
skirt
She dances barefoot an' her feet don't hurt
We drink pa-pays by the moonlit shore
And when we kiss she hollers "More, More, More
PC Speaker:
My flows hit you at straight eighty eight,
Miles Per hour that's enough to generate,
One point twenty one jiggawatts son,
And I'm
Corinthians 1:21
Today, I will be increasingly more established and anointed by God
2 Corinthians 5:7
Today, I walk by faith and not by sight
Romans 1:17
an incision
Fuck where'd the beat go
Ain't no one do it like me
I got the vision
Flow isn't worth fifty cents
More like millions
I've got that animal ambition
Coach Dave
Got my mind on the prize, 8 mile kind of day
Shawty it takes time baby lets go
You don’t know what I know baby and that’s okay
Got the head
on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip
Yea
Bou
Aye
Ain't no way I can lose bitch
I went from hopping the gate at the station to hoppin out new shit
Don't need your two cents
I took a risk
Kousevit'sky (8) in line
I'd reprimand the Dorsey Band
Right on the Stand
'Cause Annie's cousin Fanny was a sweetie
(9) of mine
I've golfed with Lee Trevino
Won
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