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from 8 Mile (8마일) [ost] (2002)
I'ma clean this whole shit out like colonics
With words put together better than Sony Electronics King of the jungle, humbly stay honest Eat with the lions, swim with piranhas Gasoline the seem, strike the match Inferno, I'm too thoro nigga so stand back I spit shine, get mine and rip rhyme and make my career take an in climb I'm strict with knives, straight with razors Good with grenades and great with gauges Been around the world in 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 ain't laughin *I'm gon be here after the smoke die down The sound of your style, I won't lie down Fight the good fight, don't need no help Keep your hands up, defend yo self Move like I move and live life long Can't move up if ya heart not strong Get'cha own shit cuz this shits mine Every time I spit I shine Cocksucka I preach what I practise, back shit up Wrap this rap shit up, still actin up Get found in a trunk of an Acura Y'all suck like jail in Dracula X turn up the heat, increase the hatred Straight stone faced don't fuck wit gay shit So I guess that means I can't fuck wit you now Two down, let off, vacate to new town It feel like Bishop and Juice now Got a flame thrower that'll burn big holes through your goose now Rough sound, same strong background Been on black, the big boys layin chips down My whole train of thought is to body any mothafuckea wit problems and not get caught I was blessed with life but I curse ta death I'ma spit ta my very last breath - Fuck y'all! * Repeat Let me give this a three second look, I hit a million dollar target You ain't came up yet, well nigga let me show ya Come across dope like planes and boats Like balloons filled with coke down a Mexican's throat You ever seen a man get smoked, they shit on they self Their body shake for a second then it gets dissected For evidence of the weapon and the people involved Let one nigga talk, everybody gettin caught fa sho' I say that to say this (what?) If you can't handle the time then ride the bench Might as well touch ya tail and jump the fence Castrate ya self, expose the bitch X go head up, but fuck, never ran from it I got a gauge with buck shot that you can't stomach You ain't a killa, you a album filla You ain't a soldier, you a rap promoter, game over! * Repeat |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
Back when Cube
was rollin wit Lorenzo in a Benzo I was bangin wit a gang of instrumentals Got the pens and pencils got down to business but sometimes the business end of this shit can turn your friends against you But you was a real nigga I could sense it in you I still remember the window of the car that you went through that's fucked up but I'll never forget the shit we been through And I'ma do whatever it takes to convince you Cuz you my nigga Doc and Eazy I'm still wit you Fuck the beef nigga I miss you and that's just bein real wit you You see the truth is Everybody wanna know how close me and Snoop is And who I'm still cool wit Then I got these fake ass niggaz I first drew with Claimin that they non violent talkin like they Spit venom in interviews speakin on reunions Move units then talk shit and we can do this Until then I ain't even speakin your name Just keep my name outta yo' mouth and we can keep it the same Nigga it ain't that I'm too big to listen to the rumors It's just that I'm too damn big to pay attention to 'em What's the difference You talk a good one but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal wit emotions I'm used to livin big dog style and straight coastin What's the difference between me and you You talk a good one but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal wit emotions I'm used to livin big dog style and straight coastin Yo I stay wit it While you try to perpetrate play wit it Never knew about the next level until Dre did it YEAH I stay committed while you motherfuckers baby sitted I smash you critics like a overhand right from Riddick Yeah Come and get it shitted on villians by the millions I be catchin bitches while bitches be catchin feelings So what the fuck am I supposed to do I pop bottles and hot hollow points at each and all of you Come on A heartless bastard high and plastered My style is like the reaction from too much acid never come down Pass it around if you can't handle it Hang Hollywood niggaz by they Soul Train laminates What's the difference between me and you What about five back accounts three ounces and two vehicles Until my death I'm Bangladesh I suggest you hold yo' breath til ain't none left Yo that's the difference What's the difference between me and you You talk a good one but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal wit emotions I'm used to livin big dog style and straight coastin What's the difference between me and you You talk a good one but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal wit emotions I'm used to livin big dog style Aight hold up hold up STOP THE BEAT A MINUTE I got somethin to say Dre I wanna tell you this shit right now while this fuckin weed is in me I don't know if I ever told you this but I love you dawg I got your motherfuckin back just know this shit Slim I don't know if you noticed it But I've had your back from day one nigga let's blow this bitch I mean it dawg you ever need somebody offed who's throat is it Well if you ever kill that Kim bitch I'll show you where the ocean is Well that's cool and I appreciate the offer But if I do decide to really murder my daughter's momma I'ma sit her up in the front seat and put sunglasses on her And cruise around wit her for seven hours through California And have her wavin at people Hi Then drop her off on the corner at the police station and drive off honkin the horn for her Raw dawg get your arm gnawed off Drop the sawed off and beat you wit the piece it was sawed off of fuck Fuck blood I wanna see some lungs coughed up Get shot up in the hot tub til the bubbles pop up they nose and cough snot up mucus in hot water That's for tryin to talk like the Chronic was lost product That's for even THINKIN of havin them thoughts thought up You better show some respect whenever the Doc's brought up So what's the difference between us We can start at the penis Or we can scream i Just Don't Give a Fuck and see who means it What's the difference between me and you You talk a good one but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal wit emotions I'm used to livin big dog style and straight coastin What's the difference between me and you You talk a good one but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal wit emotions I'm used to livin big dog style and straight coastin What's the difference between me and you |
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