8 More Miles

This rap shit playz a major part of my life

So if ya jeprodize it i got tha right

Ta send a mutha fucka 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

Niggaz rather see u sufferin n hungry

Im comfy as hell skatin wid another niggaz money

U lyin ur ass 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 semen

Physical presence a female a form of a demon thats y i

Fuck em n leave em get my nut wile im breathin

They thought they caught me slippin now im duckin n drippin

Thats a thousand dolla outfit wat the fuck is u rippin u trippin

Get rede go get my ass in position

Death waits for no religion wether caltholic or chrisitan

I went thru mama bitchin 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 cant take the hood out me

(cuz wat)

Cuz im ghetto

(im ghetto)

Niggaz 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 ill turn ya to a junkie

Im tha numba 1 sella in tha whole fuckin country

Wall street niggaz they got me on tha low

White boyz dont call me coke they call me blow

Its time to go

On tha bus tha plane tha train ill 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 nigga whaaa

U can take me out tha hood but cant take the hood out me

(cuz wat)

Cuz im ghetto

(im ghetto)

Picture me hollow pistolz im comin to get ya the shellz hit u ya screamin

Think im playin i mean it

Mann i dun bought all these pistolz

Lets get it poppin

Shellz wavin my remorse cases get it droppin

If its round the corner i got too much pride to hide im outside

Gun in my pocket u stunin ill 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

Nigga u see me

I wonada if u mad cuz im duin good

Or cuz niggaz feelin me more than u in yo hood

N it hurtz cuz u love em n they dont love u back

Cuz they kno u juss rappin n u dont bussa gat

U pussy

(yea explain that to the niggaz in yo hood nigga they kno u fuckin frontin.

Talkin all that gangsta shit on a record. i see u nigga.

Niggaz kno me nigga

Ask about in my hood nigga read tha daily news nigga

U see em talkin bout me nigga

Im in tha middle of all kinds of shit..pussy..lets get it poppin)

G g g g unit