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 k** mics
And show these people what my level of sk**'s like
But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life
Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights
Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like
Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault
Great then I falls, my insides crawl
And I clam up (wham) I just slam shut
I just can't do it, my whole manhood's
Just been stripped, I have just been vicked
So I must then get off the bus then split
Man f** this sh** yo, I'm goin the f** home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road
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 goin
Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone
Ain't gon' follow the footsteps I'm making my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me (what?)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto
Picture me polishin' pistols, I'm comin' to get you
The shells hit you, you screamin'
Think I'm playin'? I mean it
Man, I done bought all these pistols
Lets get it poppin'
Start wavin' my M-1 shell cases get the droppin' (C'mon)
d**h round the courner the corner, I got too much pride to hide
I'm outside, gun in my pocket you stunnin' and stoppin'
I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless, you know not to test this
As the world turns, there's lessons to be learned
Count all my blessin's, clean up my weapons
I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak will parish
I told you before, hoes they compliment me now that 50 in nice chains
Beligio, twenty grand, chips at a dice game
Ballin now, can't stop gotta watch MTV, BET
n***a you see me!
I wonder if you mad, 'cause I'm doin' good
Or 'cause n***as feelin' me more than you in your 'hood
And it hurts 'cause you love 'em and they don't love you back
'cause they know you just rappin' and you don't bust a gat
You p**y
Yeah, explain it to n***as in your hood n***a
They know you f**in' frontin' n***a
Talkin' like gangstas on a record, I see you n***a
n***as know me n***a, ask around in my 'hood n***a
Read the "Daily News" n***a you see them talkin' about me n***a
I'm in the middle of all kinds of sh**
p**y, lets get it poppin'
G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit!