then get, off the bus then slip Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road [Chorus] I'm
ft. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo [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
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
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 I'm a man,
Yeah renegades is back and the beat is sick, Jay z, freeway, 8 miles, Let's go... Verse 1 8 miles and running, got my 7 album droppin, And my 8 album
{lotto} I'll spit a racial slur honky sew me this shit is a Horror flick but a black guy doesn't die in this movie. fucking with lotto dawg you gotta
Now everybody from the 313 put your motha fuckin' hands up and follow me Now everybody from the 313 put your motha fuckin' hands up Look look Now while
Sometimes I just feel like, quittin I still mic, why do I put up this fight, why do I still write Sometimes it's hard enough just dealing with real life
Elvis will start turnin in his grave I dont know why they let you out in the dark You need to take your white ass back across 8 mile To the trailor park
[Rabbit] Now everybody from the 313 Put your mother fucking hands up and follow me Everybody from the 313 Put your mother fucking hands up¦look, look
[Lotto] Yo, it's time to get rid of this coward right here once and for all. I'm sick of the motha fucka! Check this shit out! Yo! I'll spit a racial
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
Lotto: Yo its time to get rid of this coward right here once and for all Im sick of this mother fucker check this shit out Hah hem yo I'll spit a racial
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
turnin in his grave I don't know why they let you out in the dark You need to take your white ass back across 8 mile to the trailer park (crowd cheers
that long 8 Mile Road Won't you hurry home? Now, won't you hurry home? Hurry down that long 8 Mile Road, hurry home Down that 8 Mile Road, hurry home
If you had... one shot... one oppurtunity... this is everthing you ever wanted.. His Palms are sweaty he's weak arms are heavy the vomit on his shoulders
right now, we can see our 8 miles nigga 8 miles and runnin', got my 7th album droppin' And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, Free 6 miles
