Yeah, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
G-Unit
This rap shit plays a major part of my lif
So if you jeapordize it I got the right
To send a nigga at you tonigh
G-Unit! And I ain't stoppin' to my clique poppin'
Swimmin' in barrels of money
Ma could walk around wit' a head up and challenge you dummy
It's funny, niggas rather see you sufferin' and hungr
I'm hungry as hell, skatin' with another nigga's mone
Take your hats off, you know you ain't that tough
I'm callin' your bets off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, it isn't the game ball
Artillary that's about as long as a chainsaw
By the way, this feels like I'm dreamin'
Forty cal under my pillow, condom feelin' my dick
The physical presence of a female form of a demon
That's why I **** 'em and leave 'e
Get my nut while I'm breathin'
'Cause they thought they'd catch me slippin'
Now I'm duckin' and trippin'
That's a thousand dollar outfit what the **** is you rippin'
You trippin', more records could get my ass in position
Death wish for no religion whether Catholic or Christian
Listen, I went through my ambition in and out the kitchen
With probable cause it's probably sendin' out to prison
You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours
We got more four five's and nines than a deck of cards
You can take me out the 'hood
But can't take the 'hood out me
('Cause what?)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto
Niggas hate when you do goo
But when you broke your friends and your enemies
They love you, they love you
"Cheche, get the llello"
Picture me being crack, out of town trips on the trail
"Cheche, get the Yayo"
Picture me being crack
You can sift me, cut me, I'll turn you to a junkie
I'm the number one seller in the whole ****in' countr
Wallstreet niggas, they cop me on the lo
White boys don't call me coke, they call me blow
It's time to go on the bus, the train, the plane
I'll smuggle, I'm nothin' but trouble
I'll make your money double
Cook me in baking soda
I'll turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover
I'll pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator
Feed your family, turn your man into a hater
Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox
Put me in your Nik's, Timbs or Reeboks
If you cop three and a half you hustlin' backwards
Cop a hundred grams, you movin' forwards
You tryin' to move more birds
In PA all day, on the corner of Third
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 poli**********n' 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
Let's get it poppin'
Start wavin' my emboies shell cases get the droppin'
(C'mon)
Like if it's down the corner, I got too much pride to hide
I'm outside, gun in my pocket just stunnin' I'm stoppin'
I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless
You know my contestants
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 like
"50, nice chain"
Malasio, twenty grand in chips at a dice game
Burn out, can't stop gotta watch MTV
Bet, nigga you see m
I wonder if you mad 'cause I'm doin' good
Or 'cause niggas feelin' me more than you in your own 'hoo
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 mother****ers
Yeah, explain it to niggas in your hood nigg
They know you mother****in' frontin' nigg
Talkin' like gangstas on a record, I see you mother****ers
Niggas know me **** it, ask around in my hood nigg
Read the, "Daily News" you mother****ers
You see them talkin' about me bitch
I'm in the middle of all kinds of shit
Mother****ers, lets get it poppin'
G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit
G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit
8 More Miles (Freestyle by 50 Cent and G Unit) - 潘秀瓊
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[00:00.75]Yeah, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
[00:08.97]G-Unit
[00:09.75]This rap shit plays a major part of my lif
[00:11.76]So if you jeapordize it I got the right
[00:15.27]To send a nigga at you tonigh
[00:17.16]G-Unit! And I ain't stoppin' to my clique poppin'
[00:21.12]Swimmin' in barrels of money
[00:22.62]Ma could walk around wit' a head up and challenge you dummy
[00:25.80]It's funny, niggas rather see you sufferin' and hungr
[00:28.05]I'm hungry as hell, skatin' with another nigga's mone
[00:31.62]Take your hats off, you know you ain't that tough
[00:33.69]I'm callin' your bets off as soon as you act up
[00:36.24]You know what I came for, it isn't the game ball
[00:39.30]Artillary that's about as long as a chainsaw
[00:41.73]By the way, this feels like I'm dreamin'
[00:43.98]Forty cal under my pillow, condom feelin' my dick
[00:46.62]The physical presence of a female form of a demon
[00:49.26]That's why I **** 'em and leave 'e
[00:50.73]Get my nut while I'm breathin'
[00:51.87]'Cause they thought they'd catch me slippin'
[00:53.43]Now I'm duckin' and trippin'
[00:54.72]That's a thousand dollar outfit what the **** is you rippin'
[00:57.39]You trippin', more records could get my ass in position
[01:00.09]Death wish for no religion whether Catholic or Christian
[01:02.73]Listen, I went through my ambition in and out the kitchen
[01:05.40]With probable cause it's probably sendin' out to prison
[01:08.34]You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours
[01:11.07]We got more four five's and nines than a deck of cards
[01:13.71]You can take me out the 'hood
[01:15.18]But can't take the 'hood out me
[01:16.95]('Cause what?)
[01:17.37]'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto
[01:18.81]Niggas hate when you do goo
[01:20.58]But when you broke your friends and your enemies
[01:22.98]They love you, they love you
[01:24.90]"Cheche, get the llello"
[01:26.25]Picture me being crack, out of town trips on the trail
[01:30.63]"Cheche, get the Yayo"
[01:31.74]Picture me being crack
[01:34.89]You can sift me, cut me, I'll turn you to a junkie
[01:37.59]I'm the number one seller in the whole ****in' countr
[01:40.35]Wallstreet niggas, they cop me on the lo
[01:43.02]White boys don't call me coke, they call me blow
[01:45.63]It's time to go on the bus, the train, the plane
[01:48.90]I'll smuggle, I'm nothin' but trouble
[01:51.00]I'll make your money double
[01:52.08]Cook me in baking soda
[01:53.70]I'll turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover
[01:56.37]I'll pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator
[01:58.80]Feed your family, turn your man into a hater
[02:01.71]Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox
[02:04.32]Put me in your Nik's, Timbs or Reeboks
[02:06.78]If you cop three and a half you hustlin' backwards
[02:09.72]Cop a hundred grams, you movin' forwards
[02:12.30]You tryin' to move more birds
[02:13.62]In PA all day, on the corner of Third
[02:17.43]You can take me out the 'hood
[02:19.20]But can't take the 'hood out me
[02:21.00](What?)
[02:21.36]'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto
[02:22.56]Picture me poli**********n' pistols, I'm comin' to get you
[02:24.69]The shells hit you, you screamin'
[02:26.07]Think I'm playin'? I mean it
[02:27.45]Man, I done bought all these pistols
[02:29.16]Let's get it poppin'
[02:29.97]Start wavin' my emboies shell cases get the droppin'
[02:32.64](C'mon)
[02:32.97]Like if it's down the corner, I got too much pride to hide
[02:35.76]I'm outside, gun in my pocket just stunnin' I'm stoppin'
[02:38.55]I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless
[02:40.56]You know my contestants
[02:41.52]As the world turns, there's lessons to be learned
[02:43.65]Count all my blessin's, clean up my weapons
[02:45.60]I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak will parish
[02:48.54]I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like
[02:50.97]"50, nice chain"
[02:52.23]Malasio, twenty grand in chips at a dice game
[02:54.81]Burn out, can't stop gotta watch MTV
[02:58.86]Bet, nigga you see m
[03:00.03]I wonder if you mad 'cause I'm doin' good
[03:02.52]Or 'cause niggas feelin' me more than you in your own 'hoo
[03:05.22]And it hurts 'cause you love 'em and they don't love you back
[03:07.71]'Cause they know you just rappin' and you don't bust a gat
[03:10.86]You mother****ers
[03:11.67]Yeah, explain it to niggas in your hood nigg
[03:13.98]They know you mother****in' frontin' nigg
[03:15.84]Talkin' like gangstas on a record, I see you mother****ers
[03:18.66]Niggas know me **** it, ask around in my hood nigg
[03:22.20]Read the, "Daily News" you mother****ers
[03:23.46]You see them talkin' about me bitch
[03:25.38]I'm in the middle of all kinds of shit
[03:28.08]Mother****ers, lets get it poppin'
[03:32.73]G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit
[03:40.17]G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit
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歌詞解析
一句話主旨
透過街頭敘事與自我剖析，展現饒舌歌手在成名過程中與出身環境的糾葛，以及對競爭對手虛假形象的強烈批判。
主題
街頭生存法則、成名後的自我認同、饒舌圈內的競爭與對立。
情緒
挑釁、堅韌、自信且帶有強烈的防衛心。
意象與手法
歌曲運用大量的街頭黑話與具體的武器意象，建構出充滿張力的環境氛圍。透過「毒品」的比喻，將自我價值與街頭交易連結，以極端寫實的敘事手法，呈現出「無法脫離出身環境」的宿命感，並透過對比手法揭露競爭對手「偽裝成黑幫」的虛假面貌。
重點句解讀
１、「You can take me out the 'hood, But can't take the 'hood out me」：即便獲得世俗意義上的成功，離開了成長的貧困區域，但那段環境造就的性格、思維與生存本能，早已刻入骨髓，無法抹去。
２、「I wonder if you mad 'cause I'm doin' good, Or 'cause niggas feelin' me more than you in your own 'hood」：這是一句直擊對手痛處的質問，點出對手的憤怒並非單純因為嫉妒，而是因為自身在所屬群體中喪失了影響力與真實性。
３、「Talkin' like gangstas on a record, I see you motherfuckers」：直接拆穿饒舌圈內部分創作者言行不一的「偽裝」，指責他們僅將黑幫生活作為唱片宣傳的噱頭，而非真實的經歷。
適合情境
展現個人意志與強大自信的場合、對抗質疑與批判時的心理武裝、深入探討街頭饒舌文化與真實性（Authenticity）的議題討論。
魔鏡站長解析
魔鏡站長
這首歌的曲名與表演者資訊顯然是個美麗的誤會，這是一首道地的街頭饒舌，與潘秀瓊老師那種老派優雅的時代曲風完全是平行時空。站長第一次聽到時，也被這強烈的反差給震懾住了。這首歌展現的是那個年代美式嘻哈最原始、最粗獷的生命力，節奏裡充滿了對生存的渴望與對周遭環境的防備，字裡行間滿是街頭競爭的殘酷與野心。
如果你想感受那種毫不修飾的張力，這首歌很適合在獨處時大聲播放，去捕捉那些關於階級翻身與自我防禦的深刻描述。創作者將自身比喻為無法被根除的街頭因子，這種對出身的執著與對成功的飢渴，其實和任何追求夢想的人並無二致，只是表達的方式更加尖銳。雖然歌詞充滿了憤怒與挑釁，但換個角度看，那是一個人如何在充滿敵意的世界裡，試圖證明自己價值的一種極端展現。這不僅僅是饒舌，更像是把街頭的真實生存規則，毫不保留地攤在陽光下供人檢視。
歌曲冷知識
・歌詞巧妙運用撲克牌意象，以「四五與九」比喻手上的武裝火力，展現出強烈的街頭對抗感。
・歌曲透過擬人化視角將自己比作毒品，生動描繪出在非法交易鏈中，從生產到流通的冷酷生存法則。
・強烈的對比手法貫穿整曲，將「貧窮時被愛」與「成功後遭妒」的現實人性刻畫得入木三分。
・整首歌節奏感強烈且具侵略性，適合在需要宣洩壓抑情緒或感受強烈街頭硬派氛圍時聆聽。