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g unit - 8 more miles lyrics

this rap sh-t playz a major part of my life
so if ya jeprodize it i got tha right
ta send a m-th- f-cka at ya tonight
g unit
man i aint stoppin till my clip poppin
swimmin in piles of money
i could walk around wid a hit and shower u bloddy itz funny
n-gg-z rather see u sufferin n hungry
im comfy as h-ll skatin wid another n-gg-z money
u lyin ur -ss of
u kno u aint that tough
im pullin the mask off
as soon as u act up
u kno wat i came for
a peice of the game board
r to elivers bout as long as a chainsaw
im wide awake but it still feelz like im dreamin
40 calbz under my pillow condom fillin my s-m-n
physical presence a female a form of a demon that’s y i
f-ck em n leave em get my nut wile im breathin
they thought they caught me slippin now im duckin n drippin
that’s a thousand dolla outfit wat the f-ck is u rippin u trippin
get rede go get my -ss in position
death waits for no religion wether caltholic or chrisitan
i went thru mama b-tchin in n out tha kitchen
wit probable cause n probables in n out the prison
u got soilders but u still gotta respect tha heartz
we got for 4 5z n 9z then a deck of cardz
u can take me out the hood but can’t take the hood out me
(cuz wat)
cuz im ghetto
(im ghetto)
n-gg-z hate wen u do good but wen u broke
ur frends n ur enimes they love you..they love you
cheechy get the yayo
picture bein outta crack picture me tripz on tha train
(wat)
cheechy get the yayo picture me outta crack..
(tony yayo)
u can sniff me cut me i’ll turn ya to a junkie
im tha numba 1 sella in tha whole f-ckin country
wall street n-gg-z they got me on tha low
white boyz don’t call me c-ke they call me blow
its time to go
on tha bus tha plane tha train i’ll smuggle
im nuthin but trouble
make ya money double cook me in bakin soda
ill turn ya hooprock into a new rangerover
ill pay all ya billz n fill ya fridgerator
feed ya family turn ya man to a hata
put me in tha door panels of ya stash box
put me in ya nikez timz n rebokz
u cop 3 n a half u movin backwardz
u cop a hundred gramz u movin forwardz
tryna moove all birdz
in pa all day on tha corner of third n-gg- whaaa
u can take me out tha hood but can’t take the hood out me
(cuz wat)
cuz im ghetto
(im ghetto)
picture me hollow pistolz im comin to get ya the sh-llz hit u ya screamin
think im playin i mean it
mann i dun bought all these pistolz
lets get it poppin
sh-llz wavin my remorse cases get it droppin
if it’s round the corner i got too much pride to hide im outside
gun in my pocket u stunin i’ll stop it
im dyin ta pop it im young n im restless i kno my contestens
since the world turnz therez lessons to be learned
count all my blessins clean all my weaponz im rede for war
the strong survive the weak shall parish i told ya before
hoez dey compliment me now like 50 nice chain
malazio 20 gramz of chips at the dice gamez
word now gotta stop gotta watch mtv bet
n-gg- u see me
i wonada if u mad cuz im duin good
or cuz n-gg-z feelin me more than u in yo hood
n it hurtz cuz u love em n they don’t love u back
cuz they kno u juss rappin n u don’t bussa gat
u p-ssy
(yea explain that to the n-gg-z in yo hood n-gg- they kno u f-ckin frontin.
talkin all that gangsta sh-t on a record. i see u n-gg-.
n-gg-z kno me n-gg-
ask about in my hood n-gg- read tha daily news n-gg-
u see em talkin bout me n-gg-
im in tha middle of all kinds of sh-t..p-ssy..lets get it poppin)
g g g g unit

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