8 Mile (Soundtrack)

It's alright, it's ok, i'm gonna make it anyway

Verse 1

sometimes I just feel like, quittin,
I still mic, why do I put up this fight, why do I still write,
sometimes it's hard enough just dealing with real life,
sometimes I just wanna jump on stage and just kill mic's,
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 this stage fright, draw on the plane flight

call but I might fall,
it aint my fault crying eye balls'
my insides crawl and I clam up,
I just slam shut, I just can't do it,
my whole man-hoods, just been stripped,
I've just been picked so I must then get on 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'm a make a new plan,
time for me to just stand up and travel new land,
time to leave and just take matters into my own hands,
once i'm over these track man i'm a never look back,

and i'm gone and I know right where i'm goin,
sorry momma i'm grown, I must travel alone,
aint no followin footsteps, i'm making my own,
only way that I know how to escape from, 8 mile road...

Verse 2

Walking these train tracks trying to regain back,
the spirit I have before I go back to the same crap,
to the same plant, in the same pants,
trying to chase rap, gotta move a.s.a.p,
gotta get a new plan, momma's gotta new man,
poor little baby sister, she dont understand,
sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad,
and just colours until the crayon get dull in her hand,
while she just colours her big brother and mother and dad
there's no telling what really goes on in her little head,
wish that 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 aint blew up yet,
its like I grew up but I aint grown up to nuts yet,
dont got a rep, my step, dont got enough pep,
the pressures too much man i'm just trying to do what's best,
and I try, sit alone and I cry, yo I wont tell her why,
not a moment goes by that I look right at the sky,
please i'm begging you god,
please dont let me be fishin holding no regular job,
yo I hope you will be getting home, whereva you are,
yo i'm telling you dog, 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 to far,
but yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know,
and i'm a 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

Verse 3

You got to live it to feel it, you didn't then you wouldn't get it,
well see what the big deal is, why wasn't and still is,
to be walking this borderline of Detroit city limits,
its different in it, a certain significant of certificate
of authenticity, you'd never even see but its everything to me,
its my credibilaty, you never seen, heard, smelt a meda ta MC,
who's incredable on the same pedestal as me,
the chaque still unsigned, having a rough time,
sit on the porche with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes,
go to work and serve MC's in the lunch line,
but when it comes crunch time, where do my punch lines go,
who must I show, to bust my flow, where must I go, who must I know,
or am I just another grabbing the bucket
cause I aint having no luck with this little rappers 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 aint about shit,
at the salvation army trying to salvage an outfit,
and its cold trying to travel this road,
plus I feel like i'm always stuck in this batteling mode,
my defenses are so up one thing dont want it pity from no one,
this city is no fun, there is no sun and its so dark,
sometimes I just feel like, i'm being pulled a-part,
from each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends,
its enough to make me just wanna jump out of my skin,
sometimes I just feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not,
what i'm doing I just blow my head as a stove top,
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot,
sometimes my mouth just overloads the acid, I dont got,
but I learned its time for me to U-Turn,
yo it only takes one time for me to get burned,
aint no callin her next time I need 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 word,
uh uh got the urge, suddenly its a surge,
suddenly a new burst of energy hits the curve,
time to show these free world leaders, three and the third,
I am no longer scared now, i'm free as a bird,
then I turn and cross over the medium curve,
hit the burbs and run and see its a blur, this 8 mile road...

CHORUS

by 50 Cent

(50 Cent saying)

yeah

Shady (echo)
aftermath (echo)
see you met you (Echo)

CHORUS

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

(Repeat)

Verse 1
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 western's, the weapon, in case you just guessing, (God Damh (Echo))
these straight busters kept-in, kept-in my benz, hop-in the end's,
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 would'nt 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 it, I live it, its shady,
aftermath in your ass bitch, if its not a classic,
When it's dumped, trash it, so I got it mastered,
stop and get your ass kicked, bastered, your misses get drastic,
glock made out of plastic, cock-it and get blasted, run nigga and stash it...

CHORUS

Verse 2
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 its a fact, you gotta watch your back,
you wear a vest without a deck, use 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 out'ta here

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(50 Cent Saying)
Ha ha
Man I aint going to jail
Not even to visit a nigga
You want to holla at me you write me,
Matter a fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Boulevard,
In Montreal,
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 places 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...

(Obie Trice)
You don't see me in the hood
it's cause I'm doing this man

Verse 1
(Obie Trice)
Nigga's I'm still grinding, (yeah...)
I'm still hearing those sirens,
I'm still getting chased by those lights,
Only the light's mine and my mic's on
And my time is none because I'm writing more,
And I ain't here to meet a soul in this business,
I'm here to eat, speak until these hoes feel this, (for sure...)
and I can't let yall de-rail me man,
I got young coby, homie, you gotta let go of Obie
cause Obie be back on, we got them cracks going on
and that yak going on,
soon as a nigga touch down back from tour,
It's whateva, put that on the chedda man,
but in the meantime, its Jimmy ivene time,
chase cheese, rhyme till my voice give out,
this is it my niggas this what we boast about,
Now I'm here so shut your motherfucking mouth...
And show me love bitch!

CHORUS
(Obie Trice)
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life, (I dont love you bitch)
wanna hold you in the morning, (Ha)
hold you through in the night.. (Hahaha)
(Obie Trice)
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life, (We wanna love alchohol, we wanna love guns,)
wanna hold you in the morning, (we wanna love money)
hold you through in the night.. (Ha) (we dont wanna love bitches though)

Verse 2
(Eminem)
There's a cirtain mistique when I speak,
that you notice that its order unique,
cause you know its me, my poetry's deep,
and i'm still matic the way I flow to this beat,
you cant sit still, its like tryin to smoke crack
and go to sleep, i'm strap,
just knowing 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 cant pay me enough
for you to play me, it's cock-amamie,
you just aint zanie enough to rock with Shady,
my noodle is cock-adoodle, my clocks koo-koo,
I got screws loose, yeahhh, the whole kitten-kaboodel,
there's no room and i'm numiro uno, assuming,
there's no humor in it, you know
i'm rollin with a bowling ball in my bag,
you need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass..
(Em Saying)
you better love me bitch...

CHORUS
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life,
wanna hold you in the morning,
wanna hold you in the night..

(Obie Trice)
(and all the bitches say)

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life,
wanna hold you in the morning,
wanna hold you in the night..

Verse 3
(50 Cent)
my buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name,
if it aint about the flow,
its about the stones and the chain,
if I were you, i'd love me too,
I roll like a boss, 9-11 po same colour as cranberry sauce,
I aint gonna front, I thrown R-Kelly with this shit,
let me find out he fucking round with bow wow bitch,
nigga's eatin popcorn right, rewinding the tape,
now shorty momma in the precent hollar'in rape,
i'm convinced man something really wrong with these hoe's, (Obie Trice)
I thought lil-kim was hot before she started fucking with her nose, (God Damh)
you to listen to Lauren Hill and tap my feet, (Obie Trice)
then the bitch put out a CD that didn't have no beat, (uh-ha)
that poor De-angelo he determined not to fail,
that nigga went butt-ass for his recoard to sell,
my back shots to help Ashyonti hit them high notes,
and Big Ben taught Charlie abit more then deep throat...

CHORUS
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life, (Obie Trice)
wanna hold you in the morning, (I luv'a burnish the monies, the bunnies)
wanna hold you in the night.. (I just wanna hold you

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life, (Obie Trice)
wanna hold you in the morning, (I just wanna hold you)
wanna hold you in the night..

(50 Cent)
(YEAH)

by Bookmat

I don't think you understand
That 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 nowwww

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
Say 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

Some days I just wanna up and call it quits,
I feel like i'm surrounded by a wall of bricks,
everytime I go to get up I just fall in piss,
ho ho ho ho hma mother fucking ho u is a bitch i is fed up o ur shit my life's like one great big ball of shit,
if I could just put it all in 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,
cant call it shit, all I know is i'm about to hit the wall,
if I have to see another one of mom's alchaholic fits,
this is it, last straw, thats all, thats it,
I aint dealing with another fucking politic,
i'm like a stewin bubble in him, till it filters up,
i'm about to kill it, I can feel it building up,
blow this building up, i've been sealed enough,
my cup run it over i've been filled up,
but then explosion bust and spills my guts,
you think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts,
but i'm a show you what, you gonna feel my rush,
you dont feel it then it must be too real to touch,
feel to touch, i'm about to tear shit up,
goosebumps, yeah i'm make your hair sit up,
yeah sit up, i'm a tell you who I be,
i'm make you hate me cause you aint me,
you aint, it aint to late to finally see,
what you close minded fucks were too blind to see,
whoever find me, is gonna get a finders fee,
out this world and aint no one out there 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, (Tear)
i'm desperate at my desk if I could just get the rest,
of this shit off my chest, again, stuck in this slum,
cant think of nothing, fuck i'm stumped,
but wait here comes something,
nope, its not good enough, scribbel it out, new pad,
krinkel it up and throw that shit out,
i'm fisseling now thought I had figured it out,
ball's in my court but i'm scared to dribbel it out,
but i'm afraid, why am I afaid, why am I a slave to this trade,
sign that i'll spit to the grave, real enough to rawl you up,
what me to flip it I can rip it any style you want,
i'm a switch, yeah a 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 them tense since they hate me,
see me and shake like a shangeling fence,
by the looks of them you would swear that jaws was comming,
by the scream of them you would swear i'm sawing something,
by the way they running you would swear the law was coming,
its now or never tonight is 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 be back baby I just got to beat this clock,
fuck this clock, i'm make them 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 neck, 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...