8 Mile (Soundtrack) lyrics

Eminem]
Sometimes I just feel like, quittin I still might
Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin with real life
Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill's like
But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life
Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights

[Jay-Z]
Yeah, Renegades is back
Em the B the sick
It's Young, Freeway, 8 Miles, let's go

8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin'
And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs
But I can rewind the calendar back, back when it was now or nothin'
People said I would amount to nothin', that I had talent for nothin'
Said I would succumb to violence or be silenced by your gunmen

Get the fuck up
Aiyo, when I step up in the bar
Everybody hit the fuckin floor
Lucky motherfuckers make it to the door
Cause when I spit on mics, I spit raw
Which cause confusion from the bar to the dance floor
I keep the club owner vexed
Cause he gotta pay me when I spit
Plus replace a lot of shit
Niggers get to wildin
When my words echoes the room like
(Get your hand out my pockets)

What? What? What? You wanna battle ME?
Yo man, how much money you got?
What? What? What? You wanna battle ME?
Yo man, how much money you got?

I used to guzzle 4

Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted, one moment
Would you capture it, or just let it slip? Yo

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin'
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud

Obie Trice:
You won't see me in the hood
It's cause I'm doing this, man

Niggas, I'm still grinding, (yeah)
I'm still hearing those sirens,
I'm still getting chased by those lights,
Only the light's lime 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 buisness,
I'm here to eat, speak, until these hoes feel this, (for sure)

yeah

Shady....
Aftermath....
G-Unit.....

I got places to go, I got people to see,
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,
I'm warnin you too, not tempt me,
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you

I got places to go, I got people to see,
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,
I'm warnin you too, not tempt me,
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you

Ra! (*repeat 7X*)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
R: Rugged and rough that's how I do it
A: Allah who I praise to the fullest
K: Keep it moving, I: Stand alone
M: It's my crown, my world, my throne

[Verse 1]
Aiyyo when Rakim Allah attack, it's a wrap y'all relax
The arm in that, you show me where the party's at
Seminars and tracks, hors, comas, and cardiacs
Broads and cats screaming "Oh my God he's back"

[Bizarre]
'The Rap Game'
Hip-hop 1-

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 pits,
My life's like one great big ball of shit,
If I could just put it all in to 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,

Verse 1
I 'ma clean this whole shit out like climax,
with words put togeather better then sony electronics,
king of the jungle, humbly stay honest,
eat with the lions, swim with peranas,
gassoline the scene, strike the match,
inferno, I'm to throue nigga, so stand back,
I spit shine, get mine and rip rhyme
and make my career take a incline,
I'm strick with knives, straight with razors,

Ugh, zee

I got wakin haze, my customers hoes sleep with me
we have small beef, i still sell em o's for three fifty
they known when big beef, i'll pop 1

When there come and left for dead
I've been out of my head
and now i wanna be bigger
bein' here with you
it's not so hard to be
I can see my dreams
I know im gunna be better
my friends always say

Chorus

my friends always say
that everything will be okay
but it don't always, work out that way
so her i am again
believin in, cause i remember when
baby

I had the time of my life

[Intro: 5

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,
(la la la la la la la)
you give me just enough to hang on and on

CHORUS:
When you're just wasting my time,
you're simply wasting my time,
so quit wasting my time

Oh___, la la la,
do you hear me when I say oh__
la la la la

Uhh, oooooooooooooh baby, baby
Keep it thug, and keep yo' heat, na nah nah nah nah

[Nas]
Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that oppose me
I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me
For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid
Dead in the street, it's so fuckin pitiful
First they love you, could be the bitch that even live with you (hoe)

[Verse 1]
[Obie Trice]
You don't see me in the hood
It's cause I'm doing this man

Niggas, 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 buisness,

Your style is generic
Mine's authentic made
I roll like a renegade
You need clinic aid
My techniques bizzare an ill
I scar and kill
You were a star until i served you like a bar and grill
Now I proceed to cook and grill ya
That's all it took to kill ya
You better recognize me like i look familiar
You wanna battle?
You beat around the bush
Like you scared to lick pussy so you eat around the tush

Now everybody from the 313
Put your motherfucking hands up and follow me
Everybody from the 313
Put your mothefucking hands up
Look Look

Now while he stands tough
Notice that this man did not have his hands up
This free worlds got you gassed up
Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf

1, 2, 3 and to the 4
1 pac , 2 pac, 3 pac, 4
4 pac, 3 pac, 2 pac, 1
You're pac, he's pac, no pacs, none

Okay folks, enough with the gay jokes,
Especially from a gay broke bitch yourself, Hey Lo,
Here's how i do do he worked here longer than me,
And I get paid more than you do,
Dawg take a seat, what's this guy standing in line for,
He ain't got money to eat, check this out yo yo,
This guy cashed his whole cheque, and bought one hoho,
Fucking homo, little maggot, you can hack it,

(It's okay, it's okay. I'm gonna make it anyway.)
Sometimes I just feel like
Quittin I still might
Why do I put up this fight?
Why do I still write?
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealing with real life
Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill's like
But I'm still white
Sometimes I just hate life
Somethin ain't right
Hit the breaklights

[Lotto]
Yo, I spit a racial slur. Honky, sue me.
This shit is a Horror flick
but the black guy doesnt die in this movie.
Fucking with Lotto dawg you gotta be kiddin.
That makes me believe you really dont have a interest in livin.
You think these niggas gonna feel the shit you say?
I got a better chance joinin the K.K.K.
Know some real shit tho? I like you.

[50 Cent]
Yeah..50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
G-UNIT!

[Lloyd Banks]
This rap shit plays a major part of my life
So if you jeapordize it I got the right
To send a mothafucka at you tonight
G-Unit! And I ain't stoppin' to my clique poppin'
Swimmin' in barrels of money
Ma could walk around wit' a head up and challenge you dummy
It's funny, niggas rather see you sufferin' and hungry

Now everybody from the 313
Put your motherfucking hands up and follow me
Everybody from the 313
Put your mothefucking hands up
Look Look

Now while he stands tough
Notice that this man did not have his hands up
This free worlds got you gassed up
Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf

1, 2, 3 and to the 4
1 pac , 2 pac, 3 pac, 4
4 pac, 3 pac, 2 pac, 1

[Marv One]

yo yo, yall ready for death
yall ready for death
Marv One that fat killer the game done got ugly, lets go
yo, yo, I seen your type before you think you tough, battle you
Bitch you lucky I dont beat you up
In the game of fist ta cups Ill push your face back
You cant fuck with me man, really just face facts
As he verses me in a battle of ten rounds

Diffusion:

yo, B-rabbit
this silly rabbit dont like leathers I heard he like dicks
Fagget niggaz, with ponytails and lipstick
I'm for real, dont give a fuck, what, what, ohh
its like this, eastside is where I'm from, you got beef
hit me on the streets with a badge and a gun
fuck the badge, I'm comin through with a black mask
about to do this b-rabbit nigga cause he a fag, like I said

[Eminem]
Your style is generic
Mine's authentic made
I roll like a renegade
You need clinic aid
My techniques bizzare an ill
I scar and kill
You were a star until i served you like a bar and grill
Now I proceed to cook and grill ya
That's all it took to kill ya
You better recognize me like i look familiar
You wanna battle?
You beat around the bush

Now I'm De Sheiki
Smokin the leak leaky
Ten Freaky girls inside the Chin Tiki
When you look at me you better believe me
This ain't a game and pimpin ain't easy
Anything goes when it comes to hoes
I'm the kingpin when it comes to flows
You better ask someone if you don't know
When you see me girl say what up Doe!
Chin Tiki girls Chin Chin Chin Tiki girls

Yo, yo
Your style is generic,
mines authentic made,
I roll like a renegade,
you need clinic aid,
My techniques bizarre and ill,
I scar and kill,
You were a star until I served you like a bar and grill,
And I proceed to cook and grill ya,
Thats all it took to kill ya,
You betta recognize me like I look familiar,
You wanna battle?
You beat around the bush,

[Lyckity Splyt]
This guy's a choke artist
You catch a bad 1,
Your better off shooting yourself with poppa doc's hand gun.
Climbing up this mountain, your weak,
I leave you lost without a paddle.
Floatin up shits creek.
You aint Detroit. Im the D.
Your the new kid on the block
about to get smacked to the boondocks.
Fucking nazi your squad aint your type,
take some real advice

Now everybody from the 313
Put your muthafuckin' hands up and follow me
Everybody from the 313
Put your muthafuckin' hands up
Look Look

Now while he tries to stand tough
Notice that this man did not have his hands up
This free worlds got you gassed up
Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
1 Pac , 2 Pac, 3 Pac, 4
4 Pac, 3 Pac, 2 Pac, 1
You're Pac, He's Pac, No Pac, None!

(First Battle)
(Lickety Split)
Check this out
Check this out

Yo, this guys a choke-artist
Ya catch a bad one
Ya better off shootin ya-self wit Popa Doc's handgun
Climbin up this mountain, ya weak
I leave ya lost witout a paddle, floatin shit's creek
You ain't Detroit, I'm the D
You tha new kid on the block, bout to get smacked back to the boone-docks
Fuckin Nazi, this crowd ain't ya type