Текст песни GangStarr - 8 Mile Soundtrack
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{*scratched: "What? You wanna battle ME?"*}{*scratched: "Yo man, how much money you got?"*}{*scratched: "What? You wanna battle ME?"*}{*scratched: "Yo man, how much money you got?"*}[Guru]I used to guzzle 40`s, and own a beat up CaddySince the hood still love me, I`ll turn the heat up daddyI went from mackin fly honies on the trainto straight relaxin on the beach, countin money gettin brainSoon as you rappers get a chance you wanna floss a lotYou buy a iced out watch because it cost a lotThen you in the club, stylin with doughProfilin with hoes that we boned, a while agoYou rookies haven`t done enough laps around the trackYou had one hot single, but then your album sounds wackSon you bore me with your war storiesYou ain`t even do that shit, so that`s just more storiesHow you expect us to take you seriously?The look in my eye punk, has got you scared of meI`m blastin your sons, I`m snatchin your fundsYou catch a royal ass-whoopin, you`ve been askin for one{*scratched: "I`m bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}"What.. what?" {*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*}"Yo man.." "You know the drill"{*scratched: "I`m bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}"What.. what?" {*scratch: "You wanna battle me?"*}"Yo man.." "How much money you got?"[Guru]Bitch you don`t even know, the half about meI bring it straight to your chest, ask your staff about meI`m just a little bit older, plus a whole lot wiserI might advise ya, or I might pulverize yaI can visit any city, get respect in the streetWhile you alone in your room, shook to death of the streetsI`ll take a second to speak, I keep my weapon in reachI ain`t talkin romance but you`ll get swept off your feetI keeps a ghetto chick, that loves to blast and she peddle shitGroupies fake moves, I get her to settle shitYou can`t compare to the status right hereLegendary worldwide, we can battle right hereListen junior, I`ma tear back your wigThis ain`t TV but I`ll show you what a "Fear Factor" isStop grillin me, and all that frontin is killin meYou leave me no choice but to hurt your feelings G{*scratched: "I`m bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}"What.. what?" {*scratch: "You wanna battle me?"*}"Yo man.." "How much money you got?""What.. what?" {*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*}"Yo man.." "You know the drill"{*scratched: "I`m bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}{*scratched: "I`m bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}{*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*}{*scratched: "I`m bout to slap rappers around"*}"You know the drill"{*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*}{*scratched: "I`m bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}"You know the drill"