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::::EMINEM::::
Nothing can stop and nothing can change
and you better just make new livin' arrangments
if you think, you the top and king of the castle
you about to be thrown off the throne and ripped a new asshole
all I hear is I'm the best at this and I'm best at that
but I don't hear my name, no ?? brought up in rap
and I don't usually trip or damn get caught up in that
but when they say one of the best, I'm nowhere thought up as that
not even the same leage as Jay-Z, Nas, Pac, Biggie or maybe
the name me somewhere down at the bottom, right after AZ
or say he ripped that Biggie verse, or that Jay-Z
yo his verses were crazy, on that Renegade beat
but I ain't never bought no whole CD of shady
and all I hear is pop tunes come on the Radi-O
and they play em 20 times in a row daily
and they very well maybe
the same reason they don't say me
when they speak on hip-hop legends which is amaze me
cause I thought the formula was to hit mainstream
and make it big ba big big bay ba baby

::::OBIE TRICE::::
So maybe the eighties made me crazy
I've been tryin to get my weight up since ace Slim Shady
gave me the gate key, paved the way
so lately, my stakes get better each day
replay my relay race, when I was chasin the afee at eighteen
eight years later his voice in Beijing
no choice I chase cream, so

:::EMINEM::: SHAAADDYYY, (STAT QUO!) we're back!

::::STAT QUO:::::
This is what I eat, sleep and breath and feed my kids
would it fulfill all my family needs (c'mon)
I treat the mic like the block
fuck with my rocks, and squeeze
critics expecting me to underachieve
I just deal with the haters recieved
by rolling back my sleeves
sure was a breeze, I bring him right to his knees
and tell him "suck my dick"
I take a bow and leave
with a sack full of unmarked cheese
I find it hard to believe
who to pull or proceed
to be G's and claim they runnin shit
nigga I run me
as a kid, teacher said I had a mouth on me
the same mouth got me the deal with Dre and E
folk in the hood be askin, where I be
dogg, I'm out in Hawaii
don't like it? drink my pee
record song for the Detox LP
feet don't fail he
niggas got me bent like Cranberry and Belvee
I'ma die wealthy
boss in the game, what the fuck they gon tell me?
A towns auntre, Aftermath, Shaady!

:::EMINEM::: SHAAADDYYY, (BOBBY CREEK!) we're back!

::::BOBBY CREEKWATER:::::
Y'all market y'all block, they sent me to corner that
rap game's an old flame, my nigga I want it back
like mic check,
pimp for what it's worth I got the right net
sittin' here excited by some shit that aint right yet
no regret, live by a code you don't know bout
y'all niggas won't be certified till I show I
go out on a lim with Em cause I'm wid him
put a barrel to the apparel of you and some of them
stand a chance, at the dance, without a Bow tie
Shady Records re-introduce you niggas to Mow-ti
so high, of the light that they have given me
and the haters like a shofurr because it's driven me
to a view with a vendetta I am the apitomee
I don't give a fuck about ya nigga I'm just livin me
We the reason for the season so I'm breezin through the track
nigga

:::EMINEM::: SHAAADDYYY, (CASHIS!)

::::CASHIS:::::
I can prove I'm here to do something you never do
from hand to hand coke sales, from my revenue
I aint been to function, where I ain't snuck a weapon through
cause my background reveals a one eight seven too
to the block, I'm the truth
to the cops, I'm the proof of this
and niggas still out there, you just gotta shoot
I carry over my street ethics, to the booth
and the shady crime fam, Al Capone in his youth
the difference between me and you, I already done it
and lived the street life, niggas run away from if
you follow my light, in a midwest blunted
Pitchforks held high, four fifth by the stomach
you can find me right now, on the C.A. streets
I'm on the roof, of the building, shooting at police
some of the homies feel opposition can't kill me
I'm a walking obituary, death live in me
I take life through the pen, by the way I'ma see
or have you raped in the pen, like American meat
I'm connect to gettin from MS 13
with S.K's, A.R's and Mini fourteens
I'm Cashis, the last of the real, with a strap
on Pro-sac, D's and E-Pills, it's a rap
get the block on tip, two for tens of crack
I'm on a lifetime contract, Shady's back
nigga
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Yeah
God damn
Feels like a long time does it
Did you miss us?
We missed you
Haha
Shady narcotics
It’s the re up
Pussies
And were back
Myself
d12
50cent
Obie trice
Stat quo
And we also like to introduce
The two newest members of the family
One goes by the name of bobby creek
The other goes by the name of Ca$his
From Orange County
And I think its about time we just cut the bull shit

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--- All Eminem Lyrics ---
 
 
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'97 Bonnie and Clyde Lyrics

8Mile Lyrics

Amityville Lyrics

Ass Like That Lyrics

Bitch Please II Lyrics

Brain Damage Lyrics

Business Lyrics

Cleanin Out My Closet Lyrics

Criminal Lyrics

Evil Deeds Lyrics

FACK Lyrics

Fight Music Lyrics

Forgot About Dre Lyrics

Go To Sleep Lyrics

Guilty Conscience Lyrics

Hailie's song Lyrics

If I Get Locked Up Tonight Lyrics

If I Had... Lyrics

Just Don't Give A Fuck Lyrics

Just Lose It Lyrics

Kill You Lyrics

Kim Lyrics

Like Toy Soldiers Lyrics

Lose Yourself Lyrics

Luv Me Lyrics

Marshall Mathers Lyrics

Mockingbird Lyrics

Murder Murder Lyrics

My Dad's Gone Crazy Lyrics

My Fault Lyrics

My Name Is Lyrics

Never Enough Lyrics

Nuttin' to Do Lyrics

Off the Wall Lyrics

One Shot 2 Shot Lyrics

Our House Lyrics

Puke Lyrics

Purple Pills Lyrics

Rain Man Lyrics

Remember Me? Lyrics

Ricky Ticky Toc Lyrics

Rock Bottom Lyrics

Role Model Lyrics

Run Rabbit Run Lyrics

Say What You Say Lyrics

Shake That --- featuring Nate Dogg Lyrics

Shit On You Lyrics

Sing For The Moment Lyrics

Smack That Lyrics

Soldier Lyrics

Spend Some Time Lyrics

Stan Lyrics

Stir Crazy Lyrics

Superman Lyrics

The Anthem Lyrics

The Kiss Lyrics

The Real Slim Shady Lyrics

The Way I Am Lyrics

Till I Collapse Lyrics

Tylenol Island Lyrics

Under The Influence Lyrics

We As Americans Lyrics

Welcome To Detroit City --- featuring Trick Trick Lyrics

What if I was white? Lyrics

When The Music Stops Lyrics

When to Stand Up Lyrics

When We're Gone Lyrics

White America

Who Knew Lyrics

Whose Arm Is This (Freestyle) Lyrics

Whitout Me Lyrics

W.E.G.O. (Interlude) Lyrics

Yellow Brick Road Lyrics

You Don't Know

 
 
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8 Mile Lyrics



(It's ok, it's ok, nothin can get in the way)

Sometimes I just feel like, quitting I still might
Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin wit real life
Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skills like
But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life
Something ain't right, hit the brake lights
Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like...
uh, da di da , it ain't my fault
Great big eyeballs, my insides crawl
And I clam up(SLAM) I just slam shut
I just can't do it, my whole manhood's
Just been stripped, I have just been ripped
So i must then get, off this 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'ma make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back
(8 mile road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm going
Sorry mama I'm grown, I must travel alone
Ain't following no footsteps, I'm making my own
Only way I know how to escape from this 8 mile road

I'm walking these train tracks, tryin to regain back
the spirit I had fore I go back to the same crap
To the same plant, in the same pants
Tryin to chase rap, gotta move ASAP
And get a new plan, mommas got a new man
Poor little baby sister, she don't understand
Sits in front of the T.V, buries her nose in the pad
And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
While she colors her big brother, a mother and dad
Ain’t no tellin what really goes on in her little head
Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
But I keep runnin from something I never wanted so bad
Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain’t blew up yet
It’s like I grew up, but I ain’t grow me two nuts yet
Don’t got a rep, my step don’t got enough pep
The pressure’s too much, man I’m just tryin’ to do what’s best
And I try, sit alone and I cry
Yo I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky, please I'm beggin you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are
Yo I'm tellin you dawg I'm bailin 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 that I know
And I'ma 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]

[Eminem]
You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it
Or see what the big deal is, why it wasn't it still is
To be walkin this boarder line of Detroit city limits
It's different, it's a certain significance, a certificate
Of authenticity, you've never even seen
But it's everthing to me, it's my credibility
You've never seen, heard, smelled, or met a real MC
Who's incredible or on the same pedastal as me
But yet still unsigned, having a rough time
Sit on the porch wit 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 punchlines go
Who must I show, to bust my flow
Where must I go, who must I know
Or am I just another crab in the bucket
Cause I ain't havin no luck with this little Rabbit so fuck it
Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin to doubt shit
I'm feelin a little skeptical who I hang out with
I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit
At the salvation army tryin to salvage an outfit
And it's cold tryin to travel this road
Plus I feel like Im always stuck in this battlin mode
My defenses are so up, and one thing I don't want
Is pity from no one, this city is no fun
There is no sun, and it's so dark
Sometimes I feel like Im just being pulled apart
From each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends
It's enough to just make me wanna jump out of my skin
Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not
What I'm doin I just blow, my head is a stove top
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the gas that I don't got
But I've learned, it's time for me to u-turn
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned
Ain't no falling no next time I meet 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 words
Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge
Suddenly a new burst of energy has occurred
Time to show these free world leaders I'm three in the third
I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird
Then I turn and cross over the median curb
Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur from 8 mile road

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