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8 Mile (OST)

Adrenaline Rush

[Intro]
Get the fuck out motherfucker...
[Verse 1]
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...
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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...
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
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...
[Chorus]
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
 

Places To Go

[Intro - 50 Cent]
Yeah
Shady, Aftermath
G-Unit
[[Chorus - 50 Cent] 2 times]
I've got places to go
I've 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
[Verse One - 50 Cent]
You’ve mistaken me for somebody that you should be testing,
You 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, the weapon, in case you just guessing, (God Damn (Echo))
These straight busters kept-in; kept-in my Benz, hop-in the ends,
Watch the 22 spin, my hoe's a 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, it’s crazy,
You love it, admit it, you like it, I live it, its shady,
Aftermath in your ass bitch, if it’s not a classic,
When it's dumped, trash it, so I got it mastered,
Stop and get your ass kicked, bastard, your misses get drastic,
Glock made out of plastic, cock-it and get blasted, run nigga and stash it
[[Chorus - 50 Cent] 2 times]
I've got places to go
I've 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
[Verse Two - 50 Cent + (Eminem)]
There is a genie in that bottle of that don-pari'on,
I'm a drink till I get to that bitch in the morn,
Introduce me to the booth 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 Dan 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 it's a fact, you gotta watch your back,
You wear a vest without a deck, use a target jack,
Hustle 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
[[Chorus - 50 Cent] 2 times]
I've got places to go
I've 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
[Outro - 50 Cent]
Ha ha
Man I ain’t 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
Riding around in one of Dre's Ferrari’s nigga,
Or matter a fact I might be in Detroit,
Riding down 8 Mile road,
You know for one of them enjoins 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,
Ain’t seem to be doing much
 

8 Mile Road

[Eminem]
Sometimes I just feel like, quitting I still might
Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealing 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
Something ain't right, hit the brake lights
Case of the stage fright, drawing a blank like
Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault
Great then I falls, my insides crawl
and I clam up (wham) I just slam shut
I just can't do it, my whole manhood's
just been stripped, I have just been vicked
So I must then get off the bus then split
Man fuck this shit yo, I'm going 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 going
Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone
ain't gon' follow the footsteps I'm making my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
 
[Eminem]
I'm walking these train tracks, trying to regain back
the spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap
To the same plant, and the same pants
Trying 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 and mother and dad
Ain't no telling what really goes on in her little head
Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
But I keep running from something 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 trying 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 begging you God
Please don't let me pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are
Yo I'm telling you dawg I'm bailing 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 wasn't the skillest
To be walking 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 upon the same pedestal as me
But yet I'm still unsigned, having 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 having no luck with this little Rabbit so fuck it
Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm starting to doubt shit
I'm feeling a little skeptical who I hang out with
I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit
At the Salvation Army trying to salvage an outfit
And it's cold, trying to travel this road
Plus I feel like I'm on stuck in this battling mode
My defenses are so up, but 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 being pulled apart
From each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends
It's enough to just make me wanna jump out of my skin
Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not
what I'm doing I just blow, my head is a stove top
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass 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 falling no 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]