8 mile g unit remix

Eminem

Feat. Tony Yayo And Lloyd Banks

[50 Cent]
Yeah..50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
G-UNIT!

[Lloyd Banks]
This rap shit plays a major part of my life
So if you jeapordize it I got the right
To send a mothafucka at you tonight
G-Unit! And I ain t stoppin to my clique poppin
Swimmin in barrels of money
Ma could walk around wit a head up and challenge you dummy
It s funny, niggas rather see you sufferin and hungry
I m hungry as hell, skatin with another nigga s money
Take your hats off, you know you ain t that tough
I m callin your bets off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, it isn t the game ball
Artillary 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 semen
The physical presence of a female, form of a demon
That s why, I fuck em and leave em
Get 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 position
Death wish for no religion whether Catholic or Christian
Listen, I went through my ambition in and out the kitchen
With probable cause, it s probably sendin out to prison
You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours
We 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 ghetto
Niggas hate when you do good
But when you broke, your friends and your enemies
They love you, they love you
Cheche, get the llello
Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the trail
Cheche, get the llello
Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!)
You can sift me, cut me, I ll turn you to a junkie
I m the number one seller in the whole fuckin country
Wallstreet niggas, they cop me on the low
White boys don t call me coke, they call me blow
It s time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane
I ll smuggle, I m nothin but trouble
I ll make your money double
Cook me in baking soda
I ll turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover
I ll pay all your bills and fill your frigerator
Feed your family, turn your man into a hater
Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox
Put me in your Nik s, Timbs or Reeboks
If you cop three and a half you hustlin backwards
Cop a hundred grams, you movin forwards
You 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 ghetto
Picture me polishin pistols, I m comin to get you
The shells hit you, you screamin
Think I m playin ? I mean it
Man, I done bought all these pistols
Lets 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 hide
I 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 contestants
As the world turns, there s lessons to be learned
Count all my blessin s, clean up my weapons
I m ready for war, the strong survive, the weak will parish
I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like 50 nice chain
Malasio, twenty grand in chips at a dice game
Burn out, can t stop gotta watch MTV, BET
Nigga you see me!
I wonder if you mad, cause I m doin good
or cause niggas feelin me more than you in your own hood
And 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 gat
You pussy

Yeah, explain it to niggas in your hood nigga
They know you fuckin frontin nigga
Talkin like gangstas on a record, I see you nigga
Niggas know me nigga, ask around in my hood nigga
Read the Daily News nigga you see them talkin about me nigga
I m in the middle of all kinds of shit
Pussy, lets get it poppin

G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit!