Obie Trice - 8 Miles lyrics

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Obie Trice - 8 Miles lyrics

Artist: Obie Trice Album: Cheers (Import) Song: 8 Miles (Intro) (*echo*) Assa**ins Muggs Soul Assa**ins (Verse 1) I'm stranded off School Craft Avenue, I gotta make it to 8 This b**h I'm with, she bein fake I get out her car without a strand in my pocket She force a n***a to walk through the land of this hot sh** It's cold as f** but wait It's a full moon so it's a little easy to navigate I'm walkin up Greenfield with no thriller with me Fresh as f**, n***az come and get me Buses ain't workin, crackheads lurkin Know them stick up n***az wanna murk me and I reach Grand River, cats ridin by with they eyes on a n***a I cross the light and hear them tires squeal U-Turn, they came back ill No talkin, the gun started sparkin Popo got to chalkin (Chorus) - 2X - (w/out - "n***a" at the beginning of the second time) n***a if I made it to 8 Mile, you wouldn't understand the D So I'ma reincarnate Obie Put the same life in a different situation Show you motherf**ers what a n***a facin (Verse 2) So I reach Finkel Ave., I'm mad as f** now A n***a shoulda stuck with that b**h My down coat ain't as fluffy and thick And crackheads rushin me for bones to hit I say "I don't got them flavors man, I'm straight" But raw heads like to hate I'm tryna make it to the next Ave., Puritan, PA Them same fiends goin Obie way I turn down, n***az followin I walk faster, n***az get to joggin Look again and them 'heads get to hollerin Stab me in the abdomen, Rambo dagger me Put me out there, Greenfield ma**acre Strip me a** naked, fiends is even reckless Detroit n***a, crackheads keep weapons Look at your life precious, it's hectic (Chorus) (Verse 3) I cross Mack nickels, a n***a straight That's why I BS on the grind chasin cake n***az ain't shifty tonight, flippin white So I "Blow" past them like Johnny Depp's life I reach 7 Mile, it's already trouble A drunk n***a smashed up a couple Bodies in half, sh** I ain't gawkin, I'm tryna get my a** on the Ave 8 Mile so close, but what do ya know The n***a fled the scene who k**ed those folks Witness point like I know that coat Like I'm the one that splattered those people on the pole Family members runnin up on the O Police can't detain him, guns start aimin Ain't sh** changin n***a, my brain's hangin You wouldn't know the D if I met my destination (Chorus)

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