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8 More Miles

This song is by G-Unit.

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 ain't stoppin' till my clip poppin'
Swimmin in piles of money
I could walk around wid a hit and shower you bloddy itz funny
Niggaz rather see you sufferin 'n' hungry
I'm comfy as hell skatin wid another niggaz money
U lyin' ur ass of
U know you ain't that tough
I'm pullin the mask off
As soon as you act up
U know wat I came for
A piece of the game board
R to elivers bout as long as a chainsaw
I'm wide awake but it still feelz like I'm dreamin'
40 calbz under my pillow condom fillin my semen
Physical presence a female a form of a demon that's y i
Fuck 'em 'n' leave 'em get my nut wile I'm breathin
They thought they caught me slippin now I'm duckin 'n' drippin
That's a thousand dolla outfit wat the fuck is you rippin you trippin'
Get rede go get my ass in position
Death waits for no religion wether caltholic or chrisitan
I went through mama bitchin in 'n' out tha kitchen
Wit probable cause 'n' probables in 'n' out the prison
U got soldiers but you 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
('Cause wat)
'Cause I'm ghetto
(I'm ghetto)
Niggaz hate wen you do good but wen you 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
Cheechy get the yayo picture me outta crack...
(Tony yayo)
U can sniff me cut me ill turn ya to a junkie
I'm tha numba 1 sella in tha whole fuckin' country
Wall street niggaz they got me on tha low
White boyz don't call me coke they call me blow
Its time to go
On tha bus tha plane tha train ill smuggle
I'm nothin' 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 you movin backwardz
U cop a hundred gramz you 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 can't take the hood out me
('Cause wat)
'Cause I'm ghetto
(I'm ghetto)
Picture me hollow pistolz I'm comin' to get ya the shellz hit you ya screamin
Think I'm playin' I mean it
Mann I dun bought all these pistolz
Let's get it poppin'
Shellz wavin my remorse cases get it droppin'
If its round the corner I got too much pride to hide I'm outside
Gun in my pocket you stunin ill stop it
I'm dyin' ta pop it I'm young n I'm restless I know my contestens
Since the world turnz therez lessons to be learned
Count all my blessins clean all my weaponz I'm 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 you see me
I wonada if you mad 'cause I'm duin good
Or 'cause niggaz feelin' me more than you in yo hood
N it hurtz 'cause you love 'em 'n' they don't love you back
'Cause they know you juss rappin' n u don't bussa gat
U pussy

(Yeah explain that to the niggaz in yo hood nigga they know you fuckin' frontin.
Talkin' all that gangsta shit on a record. I see you nigga.
Niggaz know me nigga
Ask about in my hood nigga read tha daily news nigga
U see 'em talkin' 'bout me nigga
I'm in tha middle of all kinds of shit... pussy... let's get it poppin')

G g g g unit

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