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) - 范逸臣
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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
一句話主旨這首歌以強烈的說唱風格展現幫派文化與個人掙扎的矛盾。
主題歌詞探討幫派生存、金錢權力的追求，以及內在的自我掙扎與堅韌不拔的態度。
情緒充滿張力與侵略性，同時隱藏對過去的反思與對未來的決心。
意象與手法使用幫派符號（如槍枝、毒品）、金錢比喻（如「barrels of money」），以及自我肯定的口吻，強化個人與群體的連結。
重點句解讀
1. "You can take me out the 'hood / But can't take the 'hood out me"
強調成長環境對個人的深遠影響，即使離開貧民窟，其文化與價值觀仍根深蒂固。
2. "I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless"
表達年輕人對衝突與行動的渴望，反映幫派生活中的焦慮與不安。
3. "Count all my blessin's, clean up my weapons"
將個人成就與武力準備並置，顯示對生存的警覺與準備。
適合情境適合在需要激勵或反思社會現實時聆聽，或作為嘻哈文化研究的文本。
魔鏡站長解析
魔鏡站長
這首收錄在當時專輯裡的曲目，對許多經歷過那個年代的樂迷來說，確實是個意外的驚喜。聽著范逸臣在節奏強烈的編排下，用那種帶有侵略性且充滿自信的語氣，詮釋著街頭生存的殘酷與野心，你會發現他拋開了過去深情款款的包裝，展現出一種前所未有的狂放張力。歌詞直白地揭露了名利場後的階級落差，以及那些身處困境卻仍試圖向上攀爬的掙扎，特別是關於無法抹滅的出身背景，與那種被周遭目光投射出的矛盾情感，聽起來格外有份量。
這首歌很適合在開車或是需要給自己注入強心針的時刻播放，那種不妥協的態度，透過重複的節拍重重打在心頭。它記錄了那個饒舌音樂正要席捲主流市場的黃金時期，即便時隔多年重溫，依然能感受到那股想在體制內殺出一條血路的倔強。這不僅僅是一次跨界的嘗試，更像是一場關於勇氣與生存的直球對決，聽完會有一種痛快淋漓的感覺，非常值得在夜深人靜時，細細感受那份藏在節奏裡的真實與焦慮。
歌曲冷知識
・歌詞運用「四五口徑」與「九毫米」手槍的雙關語，將其比作撲克牌中常見的數字牌，隱喻幫派勢力龐大且隨處可見。
・文中以「即便離開貧民窟，也無法抹去身上貧民窟的印記」作為核心意象，強烈表達了環境對個人性格與身分認同的深遠影響。
・歌詞藉由將毒品擬人化，描述其如何滲透社會各個階層，從華爾街到市井小民，揭示了金錢誘惑下扭曲的生存法則。
・整曲節奏緊湊且充滿挑釁意味，適合在需要宣洩情緒、展現強硬態度或進行高強度運動時作為背景音樂。