50 Cent - 8 Mile Freestyle Lyrics

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

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent, Both]
This rap shit plays a major part in my life (Haha)
So if you jeopardize it I got the right (What!)
To send a mothafucka at you tonight (Uh huh)
G-Unit! (Come on)
And I ain't stoppin' till my clique poppin'
Swimmin' in barrels of money, Ma could walk around with her head up, 'cause her child ain't a dummy, it's funny (Yeah!)
Niggas a rather see you sufferin' and hungry
I'm comfy as hell, skatin' with another nigga's money (Woooo!)
Your lyin' your ass off, you know you ain't that tough (Uh huh)
I'm pullin' your mask off as soon as you act up (What!)
You know what I came for, a piece of the game, or
Artillery that's 'bout as long as a chainsaw (Lloyd Banks!)
I'm wide awake
But it still feels like I'm dreamin'
40 Cal under my pillow, condom fill of my semen
The physical presence of a female's the form of a demon that's why I (Uh huh)
Fuck 'em and leave 'em, get my nut while I'm breathin' (Yeah!)
'Cause they thought they'd catch me slippin', now I'm duckin' and drippin'
That's a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin'?
You trippin', no record could get my ass in position
Death waits for no religion whether Catholic or Christian
Listen, I went through Mama bitchin' in and out the kitchen
With probable cause, 'cause Papa was in and out the prison (Uh)
You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours
We got more four fives and nines than a deck of cards
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo & 50 Cent, Both]
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
"Chi Chi, get the yayo"(Get the yayo!)
Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the train (Uh huh), What!
Chi Chi, get the yayo
Picture me being crack, uh, uh (Tony Yayo!)
Here we go, you could sniff me
Cut me, I'll turn you to a junkie (Ahh!)
I'm the number one seller in the whole fuckin' country(What!)
Wall Street 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'm smuggled, I'm nuttin' but trouble (Uh huh)
I make your money double, cook me in baking soda (Yea!)
I turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover (Wooo!)
L pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator (Uh huh)
Feed your family, turn your man to a hater (Uh huh)
You can put me in your door panels or your stashbox
Put me in your Nikes, Timbs or Reeboks (Rrrrrrrr)
If you cop three and a half you hustlin' backwards
Cop a hundred grams, you movin' forwards (What)
I'm tryna move more birds
Than PA all day (Uh), on the corner of Third (Oh!, oh!)
Nigga what!
[Verse 3: 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 don' bought all these pistols
Let's get it poppin' (Yeah!), start to waving my [?] shell cases get to droppin' (Come on)
If death is round the corner, I got too much pride to hide, I'm outside
Gun in my pocket just stunnin', I'm poppin', I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless (Ooooh!), you know not to test us
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 shall perish, I told you before
Hoes they compliment me now like "50
Nice chain" Belagio, twenty grand in chips at the dice games (Hahaha)
Ballin out, can't stop (Yeah!), 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 yo hood
And it hurts 'cause you love 'em and they don't love ya back
'Cause they know you just rappin' and you don't bust your gat, you pussy!

[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeah, explain it to the niggas in yo hood, nigga
They know you fuckin' frontin', nigga
Talk all that gangsta shit on the record
I see you, nigga, niggas know me, nigga
Ask around in my hood, nigga
Read the Daily News, nigga, you see 'em talk about me, nigga
I'm in the middle of all kind of shit, pussy
Let's get it poppin'
G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit!