OST 8 Mile Spitshine Lyrics

[Xzibit]I'ma clean this whole s___ out like
colonics,
With words put together better than Sony
Electronics,
King of the jungle, humbly stay honest,
Eat with the lions, swim with piranhas,
Gasoline the
seem, strike the match,Inferno, I'm too thorough
n____ so stand back,I spit shine, get mine and rip
rhymesand make my career take an inclineI'm
strict with knives, straight with razors,Good with
grenades and great with gaugesBeen around the world in a
million stagesWatch n____s b____ up and go through
changesI had guns before thugs was in fashion,I
mashed out before n____s knew mashin,I knew terror before
the plane started crashin,I got punch lines and n____s
ain't laughin,
[Chorus: Xzibit]I'm
gon be here after the smoke die downInsomnia style,
I
won't lie downFight the good fight, don't need
no helpKeep your hands up, defend yo selfMove like
I move and live life long
Can't move up if ya heart not
strong
Get'cha own s___ cuz this s___s mine
Every
time I spit I shine
[Xzibit]c___sucka I preach
what I practise, back s___ up,Wrap this rap s___ up, still
actin up,Get found in a trunk of an Acura,Y'all
suck like jail and Dracula,X turn up the heat, increase
the hatred,Straight stone faced don't f___ wit gay
s___,So I guess that means I can't f___ wit you
now,Two down, let off, vacate to new town,It feel
like Bishop and Juice nowGot a flame thrower that'll
burn big holes through your goose down,Rough sound, same
strong background,Been on black, the big boys layin chips
down,My whole train of thought isto bully any
m________ea wit problems and not get caughtI was blessed
with life but I curse ta deathI'ma spit ta my very
last breath - f___ y'all!

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[Xzibit]Let me give this a three second look, I hit a
million dollar targetYou ain't came up yet, well
n____ let me show ya,Come across dope like planes and
boats,Like balloons filled with c__e down a Mexican's
throat,You ever seen a man get smoked, they s___ on they
self,Their body shake for a second then it gets
dissected,For evidence of the weapon and the people
involvedLet one n____ talk, everybody gettin caught fa
sho',I say that to say this (what?),If you
can't handle the time then ride the b____,Might as
well touch ya tail and jump the fence,Castrate ya self,
expose the b____,X go head up, but f___, never ran from
it,I got a gauge with buck shot that you can't
stomach,You ain't a killa, you a album filla,You ain't a soldier, you a rap promoter, game over!
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