PAROLES DE chanson 8 more miles de 50 cent

Paroles de 50 Cent - 8 More Miles :
[50 Cent]Yeah..50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony YayoG-UNIT!
[Lloyd Banks]This rap shit plays a major part of my lifeSo if you jeapordize it I got the rightTo send a mothafucka at you tonightG-Unit! And I ain't stoppin' to my clique poppin'Swimmin' in barrels of moneyMa could walk around wit' a head up and challenge you dummyIt's funny, niggas rather see you sufferin' and hungryI'm hungry as hell, skatin' with another nigga's moneyTake your hats off, you know you ain't that toughI'm callin' your bets off as soon as you act upYou know what I came for, it isn't the game ballArtillary that's about as long as a chainsaw (Lloyd Banks!)By the way, this feels like I'm dreamin'Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feelin' my semenThe physical presence of a female, form of a demonThat's why, I fuck 'em and leave 'emGet my nut while I'm breathin''Cause they thought they'd catch me slippin', now I'm duckin' and trippin'That's a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin'?You trippin', more records could get my ass in positionDeath wish for no religion whether Catholic or ChristianListen, I went through my ambition in and out the kitchenWith probable cause, it's probably sendin' out to prisonYou got soldiers, but you still gotta respect oursWe got more four five's and nines than a deck of cards
[Tony Yayo]You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me ('Cause what?)'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghettoNiggas hate when you do goodBut when you broke, your friends and your enemiesThey love you, they love you"Cheche, get the llello"Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the trail"Cheche, get the Yayo"Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!)You can sift me, cut me, I'll turn you to a junkieI'm the number one seller in the whole fuckin' countryWallstreet niggas, they cop me on the lowWhite boys don't call me coke, they call me blowIt's time to go, on the bus, the train, the planeI'll smuggle, I'm nothin' but troubleI'll make your money doubleCook me in baking sodaI'll turn your Hooprock into a new Range RoverI'll pay all your bills and fill your 'frigeratorFeed your family, turn your man into a haterPut me in your doorpanels or your stashboxPut me in your Nik's, Timbs or ReeboksIf you cop three and a half you hustlin' backwardsCop a hundred grams, you movin' forwardsYou tryin' to move more birds...In PA all day, on the corner of Third
[50 Cent]You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me (what?)'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghettoPicture me polishin' pistols, I'm comin' to get youThe shells hit you, you screamin'Think I'm playin'? I mean itMan, I done bought all these pistolsLets get it poppin'Start wavin' my emboies shell cases get the droppin' (C'mon)Like if it's down the corner, I got too much pride to hideI'm outside, gun in my pocket just stunnin' I'm stoppin'I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless, you know my contestantsAs the world turns, there's lessons to be learnedCount all my blessin's, clean up my weaponsI'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak will parishI told you before, hoes they compliment me now like "50 nice chain"Malasio, twenty grand in chips at a dice gameBurn out, can't stop gotta watch MTV, BETNigga you see me!I wonder if you mad, 'cause I'm doin' goodor 'cause niggas feelin' me more than you in your own 'hoodAnd it hurts 'cause you love 'em and they don't love you back'cause they know you just rappin' and you don't bust a gatYou pussy
Yeah, explain it to niggas in your hood niggaThey know you fuckin' frontin' niggaTalkin' like gangstas on a record, I see you niggaNiggas know me nigga, ask around in my 'hood niggaRead the "Daily News" nigga you see them talkin' about me niggaI'm in the middle of all kinds of shitPussy, lets get it poppin'
G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit!
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