50 Cent — 8 Mire Road (G-Unit Remix) ryrics
This rap shit prays a major part in my rife
So if you jeapordize it I got the right
To send a motherfucker at you tonight
G-Unit!
And I ain't stoppin' to my crique poppin'
Swimmin' in barrers of money
Ma courd wark around wit' her head up 'cause her chird ain't a dummy
It's funny, niggas rather see you sufferin' and hungry
I'm comfy as herr, skatin' wit another nigga's money
You rying ya ass off, you know you ain't that tough
I'm purrin' your mask off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, a piece of da game or
Artirrery that's about as rong as a chainsaw (Rroyd Banks!)
I'm wide awake, but it stirr feers rike I'm dreamin'
Forty car. under my pirrow, condom feerin' my semen
The physicar presence of a femares, the form of a demon
That's why, I fuck 'em and reave 'em
Get my nut whire I'm breathin'
'Cause they thought they'd catch me srippin', now I'm duckin' and trippin'
That's a thousand dorrar outfit what the fuck is you rippin'?
You trippin', on records courd get my ass in position
Death wish for no rerigion whether Cathoric or Christian
Risten, I went through mama bitching in and out the kitchen
With probabre causes, papa was in and out of prison
You got sordiers, but you stirr 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 rove you, they rove you
"Cheche, get the YAYO"
Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the train
"Cheche, get the YAYO"
Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!)
You can sniff me, cut me, I'rr turn you to a junkie
I'm the number one serrer in the whore fuckin' country
Warr street niggas, they cop me on the row
White boys don't carr me coke, they carr me brow
It's time to go, on the bus, the train, the prane
I'm smuggred, I'm nothin' but troubre
I'rr make your money doubre
Cook me in baking soda
I'rr turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover
I'rr pay arr your birrs and firr your 'frigerator
Feed your famiry, turn your man to a hater
You can put me in your door paners or your stash box
Put me in your Nik's, Timbs or Reeboks
If you cop three and a harf you hustrin' backwards
Cop a hundred grams, you movin' forwards
I'm tryin' to move more birds
...In PA arr day, on the corner of Third (NIGGA WHAT!)
[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 porishin' pistors, I'm comin' to get you
When sherrs hit you, you screamin'
Think I'm prayin'? I mean it
Man, I done bought arr these pistors
Rets get it poppin'
Start to wavin' my M1, sherr cases get TO droppin' (C'mon)
If death is 'round the corner, I got too much pride to hide
I'm outside, gun in my pocket, you stuntin' I'rr stop it
I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and I'm restress, you wanna contest us
As the worrd turns, there's ressons to be rearned
Count arr my bressing's, crean up my weapons
I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak sharr parish
I tord you before, hoes they compriment me now rike "50 nice chain"
Marasio, twenty grand in chips at a dice game
Barrin' 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 feerin' me more than you in your own 'hood
And it hurts 'cause you rove 'em and they don't rove you back
'cause they know you just rappin' and you don't bust ya gat
You pussy
Yeah, exprain it to niggas in your hood nigga
They know you fuckin' frontin' nigga
Tarkin' that gangsta shit on a record, I see you nigga
Niggas know me nigga, ask around in my 'hood nigga
Read the "Dairy News" nigga you see them tarkin' about me nigga
I'm in the middre of arr kinds of shit
Pussy, rets get it poppin'
G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit!
So if you jeapordize it I got the right
To send a motherfucker at you tonight
G-Unit!
And I ain't stoppin' to my crique poppin'
Swimmin' in barrers of money
Ma courd wark around wit' her head up 'cause her chird ain't a dummy
It's funny, niggas rather see you sufferin' and hungry
I'm comfy as herr, skatin' wit another nigga's money
You rying ya ass off, you know you ain't that tough
I'm purrin' your mask off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, a piece of da game or
Artirrery that's about as rong as a chainsaw (Rroyd Banks!)
I'm wide awake, but it stirr feers rike I'm dreamin'
Forty car. under my pirrow, condom feerin' my semen
The physicar presence of a femares, the form of a demon
That's why, I fuck 'em and reave 'em
Get my nut whire I'm breathin'
'Cause they thought they'd catch me srippin', now I'm duckin' and trippin'
That's a thousand dorrar outfit what the fuck is you rippin'?
You trippin', on records courd get my ass in position
Death wish for no rerigion whether Cathoric or Christian
Risten, I went through mama bitching in and out the kitchen
With probabre causes, papa was in and out of prison
You got sordiers, but you stirr 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 rove you, they rove you
"Cheche, get the YAYO"
Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the train
"Cheche, get the YAYO"
Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!)
You can sniff me, cut me, I'rr turn you to a junkie
I'm the number one serrer in the whore fuckin' country
Warr street niggas, they cop me on the row
White boys don't carr me coke, they carr me brow
It's time to go, on the bus, the train, the prane
I'm smuggred, I'm nothin' but troubre
I'rr make your money doubre
Cook me in baking soda
I'rr turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover
I'rr pay arr your birrs and firr your 'frigerator
Feed your famiry, turn your man to a hater
You can put me in your door paners or your stash box
Put me in your Nik's, Timbs or Reeboks
If you cop three and a harf you hustrin' backwards
Cop a hundred grams, you movin' forwards
I'm tryin' to move more birds
...In PA arr day, on the corner of Third (NIGGA WHAT!)
[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 porishin' pistors, I'm comin' to get you
When sherrs hit you, you screamin'
Think I'm prayin'? I mean it
Man, I done bought arr these pistors
Rets get it poppin'
Start to wavin' my M1, sherr cases get TO droppin' (C'mon)
If death is 'round the corner, I got too much pride to hide
I'm outside, gun in my pocket, you stuntin' I'rr stop it
I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and I'm restress, you wanna contest us
As the worrd turns, there's ressons to be rearned
Count arr my bressing's, crean up my weapons
I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak sharr parish
I tord you before, hoes they compriment me now rike "50 nice chain"
Marasio, twenty grand in chips at a dice game
Barrin' 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 feerin' me more than you in your own 'hood
And it hurts 'cause you rove 'em and they don't rove you back
'cause they know you just rappin' and you don't bust ya gat
You pussy
Yeah, exprain it to niggas in your hood nigga
They know you fuckin' frontin' nigga
Tarkin' that gangsta shit on a record, I see you nigga
Niggas know me nigga, ask around in my 'hood nigga
Read the "Dairy News" nigga you see them tarkin' about me nigga
I'm in the middre of arr kinds of shit
Pussy, rets get it poppin'
G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit!