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Various - 8 Mile Soundtrack
1. Lose Yourself (Eminem)
2. 8 Mile (Eminem)
3. Run Rabbit Run (Eminem)
4. Love Me (Obie Trice, Eminem & 50 Cent)
5. Places to Go (50 Cent)
6. Wanksta (50 Cent)
7. Rap Game (50 Cent)
8. You Wanna Be Me (Nas)
9. 8 Miles and Running (Jay Z)
10. That's My Nigga Fo Real (Young Zee)
11. Battle (Gang Starr)
12. Spitshine (Xzibit)
13. Time of Your Life (Macy Gray)
14. Wasting My Time (Boomkat)
15. RAKIM (Rakim)
16. Adrenaline Rush (Obie Trice)
1. Lose Yourself (Eminem)
Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunityTo seize everything you ever wanted in one moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?
His palms 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 forgettin
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 clock's run out, time's up over, plow!
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 city's ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke
He's so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again yo
This old rhapsody
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him
[Hook:]
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go, oh
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, oh
The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's 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 superstardom's close to post mortem
It only grows harder, homie grows hotter
He blows it's all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globe-trotter
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 cuz here goes the cold water
these hoes don't want him no mo, 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 it unfolds
I suppose it's old potna, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da dum
[Hook]
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 stepped, writin 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 God damn food stamps don't buy diapers
And it's no movie, there's 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 teeter-totter
Caught up between bein a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama's screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony
Has gotten me to the point I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot or 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 Salem's lot
So here I go here's my shot.
Feet fail me not this may be the only opportunity that I got
[Hook]
You can do anything you set your mind to, man
2. 8 Mile (Eminem)
[Eminem]Sometimes I just feel like, quittin I still might
Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin 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
Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights
Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like
Da-duh-duh-da-da, 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've just been ripped
So I must then get, hope the bus didn't split
Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road
[Chorus]
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
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin
Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel the alone
Ain't gonna follow no footsteps, I'm makin my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
[Eminem]
I'm walkin these train tracks, tryin to regain back
the spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap
To the same plant, in the same pants
Tryin to chase rap, gotta move ASAP
And 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 the pad
And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
While she colors her big brother, her mother and dad
Ain't no tellin what really goes on in her little head
Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
But I keep runnin from somethin I never wanted so bad!
Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain't blew up yet
It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet
Don't gotta 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 piegon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are
Yo I'm tellin you dawg I'm bailin 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
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
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 walkin this borderline of Detroit city limits
It's different, it's a certain significance, a certificate
of authenticity, you'd never even see
But it's everything to me, it's my credibility
You never seen heard smelled or met a real MC
who's incredible, up on the same pedestal as me
But yet I'm still unsigned, havin a rough time
Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes
Go to work and serve MC's in the lunchline
But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines 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
Cause I ain't havin no luck with this little Rabbit so fuck it
Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin to doubt shit
I'm feelin a little skeptical who I hang out with
I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit
at Salvation Army tryin to salvage an outfit
And it's cold, tryin to travel this road
Plus I feel like I'm old, stuck in this battlin mode
My defenses are so up, and one thing I don't want
is pity from no one, the city is no fun
There is no sun, and it's so dark
Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein pulled apart
from each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends
It's enough to make me just wanna jump out of my skin
Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not
what I'm doin I just blow, my head is a stove top
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the gas 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 meet a new girl
I can no longer 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 is 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 from 8 Mile Road
[Chorus]
3. Run Rabbit Run (Eminem)
some days I just wanna up and call it quitsI 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
instead I always try to swallow it
instead of staring at this wall and shit
while I sit writers block sick of all this shit
can't call it shit, all I know is i'll hit the wall
if I have to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits
this is it, last straw, that's all, that's it
I ain't dealing with another fucking politic
i'm like a skillet bubblin 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,
the pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts
you think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts,
well i'm a show you what, you gonna feel my rush
you dont feel it then it must be to real to touch
Bill the dutch, i'm about to tear shit up
goosebumps, yeah i'ma make your hair sit up
yeah sit up, i'm a tell you who I be
i'ma 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 their 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 slump
cant think of nothing, fuck i'm stumped
but wait here comes something
nope, its not good enough, scribble it out
new pad, crinkle it up and throw that shit out
i'm fizzling now thought I had figured it out
ball's in my court but i'm scared to dribble it out
i'm afraid, but why am I afraid, why am I a slave to this trade
sign that i'll spit to the grave, real enough to rile you up
want me to flip it I can rip it any style you want
i'm a switch hitter, 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 'em tense
they hate me, see me and shake like a chain linked fence
by the looks of 'em you would swear jaws was commin'
by the scream of 'em you would swear i'm sawing someone
by the way they running you would swear the law was commin
its now or never and tonight it's 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'll be back baby I just gotta beat this clock
fuck this clock, i'ma make 'em 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 nitch, 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 chance I grab it, rabbit run...
4. Love Me (Obie Trice, 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 in the precenct, 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
5. Places to Go (50 Cent)
yeahShady
Aftermath
G Unit
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 wesson'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 they 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 that I live it, its Shady,
aftermath in your ass bitch, if its not a classic,
When it's dumped we trash it, so I got it mastered,
stop and get your ass kicked, bastered, when measures get drastic,
glock made out of plastic, cock-it aim it blast it, run nigga I'll 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 dom Perignon,
I'm a drink till I get to that bitch Em and Dre,
Introduce me to the burbs 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 they aint 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 Gatt, you'se 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...
6. Wanksta (50 Cent)
It's 50 a.k.a FarrariF 50
break it down
I got alot of loving to do before i die
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 line
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 paroal since 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 vendeta 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 gon' lett her
Be easy, start some bullshit
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 wankster
Me I'm no actor
But It's me you see on your t.v
cause i hustle baby
This rap 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 murder 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 them 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
7. Rap Game (50 Cent)
[Bizarre]`The Rap Game`
Hip-hop 1-0-1
The hardest 9 to 5 you will ever have
You can�t learn this shit in no history-book
You ready to rap mothafucker?
You ready to sell your soul� gheh-gheh-gheh
`The Rap Game` ...motherfucker
[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 fucked up to where I can�t whoop your ass
Your neck will get snapped wit bear hands fuck 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 fuckin caddillac
[Eminem]
I�ma 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 Cheney dyke get snipped out
lights out bitch 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, fuck the government
tell that C. Doloris Tucker slut to suck a dick
mutha fucker duck what the fuck son of a bitch
take away my gun and I�m a tuck some other shit
cant tell me shit about the tricks of this trade
switch blade with a lil switch to switch blades
switch from a 6 to a 16 inch blade
shits like a samurai sword a sensei
shit 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 you rather me
drink n drown in my own eniquity
but fuck 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 fuck a dogg who sickin me
im sayin you mutha fuckers dont know and quit playin
if im broke then im brakin open the place where you layin
you know, same shit every nigga done in his life
i lived it thats why i speak on what i want when i write
so why... should i... ever 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 of "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 shit 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 remorse
fuck 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 fuckin retarded
i dont give a fuck about my dick
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 Bell Biv DeVoe
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
8. You Wanna Be Me (Nas)
Uhh, oooooooooooooh baby, babyKeep it thug, and keep yo' heat, na nah nah nah nah
[Nas]
Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that oppose me
I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me
For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid
Dead in the street, it's so fuckin pitiful
First they love you, could be the bitch that even live with you (hoe)
Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned miserable
Cause she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her niggaz too (ha)
I can do bad by myself; went from rags to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to, plenty ass bitches
Can't keep they hands to theyself no more
I'm like, Hugh Hefner, you lesser, you just a
[Chorus]
Wanna be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just wanna be down
So you - wanna be me, you bitch, you phony
You clone me, you wanna be son, I'm the one and only
But you - wanna be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day
But you - wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin this mic profession, turn your direction
[Nas]
You can't be me, not in your wildest fantasy
It's childish; should I have to resort to violence?
Pay me a half a million, I'll consult your album
And show you how to stay off my dick
That's the thing I hate the most, can't even call you a man
When you gotta call out my name to get you some fans
No talent, you need direction; you a pussy with a yeast infection
You unlucky, I'm your fuckin C-section
Plus I'm the last real nigga alive
Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get high
Realize, how many classics I gave you
Perhaps if you think back you'll realize that I made you
[Chorus]
[Nas]
You can't be me, I'm tryin to walk a straight line
Why they tryin to take mine? I'm past +8 Miles+ of every state line
Eating, alligators and, hummingbird hearts
At the player's ball, Brianni suits, y'all birds watch
As real millionaire, shit'll take place
Evil as Hitler's hate-race people
This is God son, and I've come from the God under pure peace
To represent the streets, you'll see that my plan
is not to destroy your man
But to bring more to mankind and teach
Every MC reach for your pens and papers
Lesson one be creative; what you made of junior?
Cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in your hand
And understand, to battle Nas not in your plan
I'm the last real nigga alive, understand that
And you my offspring, the boss sting
A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand that
Nas the king, where my bricks, where my band at?
Play me a gangster's theme, while you entertain me
If I ain't cryin laughin, to the lions, throw your ass in
What the fuck was you niggaz thinkin?
Guns'll clutch if I get a inklin that you comin for the kingpin
But I laugh at you cowards, ha ha ha
Take me out, try try try, but you
[Chorus]
You can't be me
9. 8 Miles and Running (Jay Z)
[Jay-Z]Yeah, Renegades is back
Em the B the sick
It's Young, Freeway, 8 Miles, let's go
8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin'
And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs
But I can rewind the calendar back, back when it was now or nothin'
People said I would amount to nothin', that I had talent for nothin'
Said I would succumb to violence or be silenced by your gunmen
I could just hear the folks now, "He got what he had coming"
Now that my eighth album's comin' everybody's smilin'
Wantin' something, claimin' that they done something for him
Got their Jay-Z pom poms and their whole uniform
Claimin' they been runnin' and tellin' everybody like Martin Lawerence
'Bout how hot my rap performance 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 everybody was suin' us
I didn't see you in all black when everybody was suitin' up
Back on the block, gettin' it in, there wasn't no you with us
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin'
And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, Free
[Freeway]
6 miles and running, got my fist strip poppin'
And my first album comin', feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs
[Jay-Z]
8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin'
And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, Free
[Freeway]
6 miles and running, got my fist strip poppin'
And my first album comin', feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs
[Freeway]
6 miles and running in the Pontiac
Six thousand eighty six, trans might shift while the engine run
Anyone tell ya rider give me one more chance
Hear them smokers screamin' "One more gram"
So I'ma bring 'em one
Homie, son, and my pop, stick close to my MOMMA
Keep toasters for DRAMA, mix a lot with my son
My son growin' and he learnin' a lot
That's when them toasters will the burners will pop, brain on ya own
Well a nigga, tell 'em niggas
That's like the biblical scripture
Look back, turn assault like the sin is in
Most of ya heartless and self-centered like "Me Shaq and me Shaq"
Set up ya brother cuz you jealous nigga
The heat back, like you never left
I ever rep, cops watch every step
Six miles and running dodgin' every trap
The rap gingerbread man, cheer us up
You precious breath, State P the second attack
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Back when nobody would found he had talent, nobody would sign me
Nobody believed in me, nobody but mommy blindly
But how can she deny me? Me being the youngest runt
To come up outta her tummy, she got nothin' but love for me
When niggas would want me, the industry shunned me
That's why I'm takin' all the industry's money
Revenge is sweet honey, we run this
Young is the illsest, Free is the future
Bean's and Bleek is right now, we can see our 8 miles nigga
[Chorus]
10. That's My Nigga Fo Real (Young Zee)
[Young Zee]Uh, Zee
I got waiting haze, my customers ho's, sleep with me
We have small beef, I still sell them O's for three fifty
They know in big beef, I pop a hundred times
Be like roadkill, I live nigga's brains on one and nines
And my down bitches, they be ready to kill
I be like chill, they be like..
[Chorus]
That's my nigga for real (Yea, uh huh, I'm from the Bricks, we be like)
That's my nigga for real (Yea, Young Zee, all my niggas from the hood, they be like)
That's my nigga for real (Yea, B-Boy, you my nigga, talk to 'em)
[B-Boy]
Yo, I don't give a fuck if we don't sell a record
We still gon' get this money in the Bricks
Spill it, Zee
[Young Zee]
Yea, uh, yea, yea
I'm like, Santa Claus, I deliver niggas grams a raw
Straight from Panama, fiends eat it up like canavaugh
And my dimes disappear like magic wands
I sell 'em, 'til the crack of dawn and destroy every track I'm on
Plus I have a clam packed in the back of vans
More royal than the Taliban murk you for a half a gram
(What?) I get B-Boy to drop your truck in the river
Fuck some dough, we be like..
[Chorus + Young Zee ad libs]
[Young Zee]
Yea, jeah, Uh-huh-ha, yea
Scarecrow (what?), I'm trying to walk before I crawl
I want it all ever since I came out of my mama's walls
I'm trying to make so much dough when I write a song
I can write 'em all why y'all clique on the corner selling final calls
Yea, niggas mad at us, gladiators like Maximas, we fabulous
While you fall off like Canibus's managers
My man Dee U, keep the nina peelin'
(Point 'em out, and watch me)
[Chorus + Young Zee ad libs]
[Young Zee]
Zee need Buddha, E-user, beef pre Lugers
Spittin' from our PT cruisers
My tape don't drop, I still got dough to make
Got little niggas on roller skates holding my coke and weight
Blow paper, ho chaser, dough raiser, Joe Fraizer
Sixteen cellys and four pagers
Go hype up your squad that they might fuck with ours
I just, light up cigars, go by bikes, trucks, and cars
I got (?) In Atlanta deep, 'round the street, ten 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 nigga face, with thirty five stitches
They'll help my tie cinder blocks and push your kids
So deep in the ocean, they'll see where octopuses live
Jeah, this label deal is for Raz, Pace, and Chill
I know mad chicks, but still
[Chorus + Young Zee ad libs]
[Young Zee]
What, Bricks (Bricks, Bricks
11. Battle (Gang Starr)
(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?")
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?"
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"
12. Spitshine (Xzibit)
I'ma clean this whole shit out like climax,with words put together better then sony electronics,
king of the jungle, humbly stay honest,
eat with the lions, swim with piranhas,
gasoline the scene, strike the match,
inferno, I'm to thru 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 niggas bitch up and go through changes,
I had guns 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 niggas 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 heart's 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 Acura,
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 but I curse 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 heart's 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
13. Time of Your Life (Macy Gray)
When they come like left for dayI bet not in my head
And now I wanna be bigger,bein' here with you
It's not so hard to be
I can see in my dream,I know I'm gonna be better
My friends alway say
[Hook]
My friends alway say..ey..ae.
That every thing will be ok
But it don't always work out that way
Show in my famagam'
Me living in, cuz I'll remember when baby
[Chorus]
I am..,the top of my life
Everything is right,with you
After all that I'd been through(yeah)
I ain't try to loose
This times of my life, with you
Baby I am
You'll say I'm outta line
So much on my mine
Like I wanna be bigger
Sometimes it don't rhyme
But when you're here with me(here with me)
I have all the tree(all the tree)
I know I wanna be better
My friends alway say
[Hook]
[Chorus]
One day they will see
It'll shine on at me
Finally see me smile, hear me laughing(at last)
At last You'll be rehurt
Cuz long long time upserve
Now hope you hear
Baby baby I am....
[Chorus]
I am...,the top of my life
Top of my life, with you
Baby take my hand
Cuz i wanna go on two
This time of my life,with you
Baby
Repeat till fade..
14. Wasting My Time (Boomkat)
I don't think you understandThat 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 how
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
See 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
15. RAKIM (Rakim)
Ra!Ra!
Ra!
Ra!
Ra!
Ra!
Ra!
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
Aiyyo when Rakim Allah attack, it's a wrap y'all relax
The arm in that, you show me where the party's at
Seminars and tracks, hors, comas, and cardiacs
Broads and cats screaming "Oh my God he's back"
Just imagine, I hit the lab and get it crackin'
A thousand styles in one verse, rhythms will switch patterns
Chicks get stabbed in the back, till they get spasms
Known to spit a magnum, or split an atom
Who woulda known that Jesus would come back to the ghetto
On that level, and that thorough, like a black hero
And pack metal, so rap rebels, will back pedal
The pharaoh of five boroughs, and take over the rap world
Gettin' bizarre, hardcore, this is for y'all
The crib or the park, play it when you get in the car
Chill at the bar, sip somethin' or split a cigar
Get with your dogs, don't be alarmed, this kid is the bomb
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
Uh, yeah yo, I used to paint this flow, on ancient scrolls
And learn ta, make this dough, where gangstas roll
Think like the late great Capone when the bank is closed
It's cats that claim they bold, but they ain't this cold
I'm from New York City even pretty chicks act up
Niggas get clapped up, you stack up, they stick that up
Put the strap up, you think my name was "Kid back up"
Big niggas (spittin' noise) pick that up, or lift that up
Raised by gangstas and gamblers, hustlers, con artists
And convicts, killers and dons
Drug dealers, playas and pimps, smooth talkers
Stick up kids, thugs, real niggas and gods
Haunted by every soul that lay dead in the turf
Close by every spirit, that never made it to birth
Since the Moon separated from Earth
That's why they say I'm the greatest that ever orchestrated a verse
It's the
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
[Verse 3]
Ay yo, we toast to that, it's the cat that broke backs
To a soul slap, a smoke a track, how dope is that
Poet for rap, wrote backs that most slack,
That know rap before they turned coke to crack
To my dogs hearin' sirens on and firearms
Outcome die in wars or behind iron bars
The boulevard, tire frauds when I evolve
Try and rob, my dialogue, I am God
Chicks moan just to get next to my throne
And sniff my cologne and get Ra alone
Sex spot's at home, I'm testosterone
Caress spots, stress drops, bedrock's the bone
Hit the floor, it's hot for 2003
Hit's galore, who rock a style as wild as me
Rest assure, when I rock dance crowds and scream
Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim it's the
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving,
I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne
16. 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 motherfuckers
Shady-records till I sleep motherfucker
Obie-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, a 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
Obie-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 cook up the hot shit like Ainsley Harriot
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
Obie-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
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