[Intro: Bizarre]
Yo
We gon' take this brief intermission
To show you how we get down in the D'
Song called 8 Mile
We gon' let [?backwards audio] emcees from Detroit
Lose it
Ya'll motherfuckers ready?

[Intro: ?]
Ay Young Mase
Drop that shit my n***a!

[Intro: DJ Young Mase]
Ya'll know what time it is?
Welcome to Detroit city!
My n***as from D12 went to the hood
And grabbed 13 emcees!
Ya'll n***as gotta step your game up!
Shit's gettin' serious out here!

[Verse: ?]
I'm the sickest n***a coughing up flames in a dirty glove[?]
All I gotta do is keep the pistol and work the buzz
Not from the D' but I earned the love
Besides it ain't where you from, its how you hold the burner cuz!
And if you hold it straight forward and click clack and grip your wrist that'll take away from the kickback
But if you hold it sideways when you grip straps aim it at his face until you hear [?]
[Verse: Marv Won]
The Detroit General, FK mobster[?]
My boys I send at you, SK hotter[?]
My toys'll injure you; lets play doctor
Put your insides outside with the chopper
Marv Won - he thorough with his, he'll walk through every borough there is
Thug pose with a snub nose make ya man [?]
[?] need a girdle for his, he gonna wake you up

[Verse: Stretch Money]
Stretch Money I'm an east side n***a
Roll solo I don't need my n***as
But don't get it fucked up
I'm running with some real ones I done lucked up
[?] novocaine, shouts to the boss man
This hot shit fresh from the saucepan
I'm too fly motherfucker I'm offland
And I'm top quality yous a offbrand

[Verse: Rare]
If I see these haters mean mugging when theyre staring a lot
I'm from D' so if they want it they can stare at the Glock
Ain't no [?] ain't no slacking in my pimpin'
When grippin' on this MAC10 I'm attackin' and you drippin'
Grinning as you gaspin' and I'm laughin' as you spittin'
Fuck yelling, I'm just blastin' when I'm trippin'
And you can hear a sense of passion when I'm spitting
I love this rap game because every time I rap you [?]
[Verse: Famous]
Famous boss is crystal clear
I had an east[?] on your head like them all start fitters[?] like the Pistons wear (East side)
Go ahead lollygag, wear them zip to the head [?] hope you used to a bodybag
I'm in that new SL - the top lift and go
Ice all around it kid, I ain't slippin' though
Ks I lift and blow, and light the sidewalk up like MJ in the Billie Jean video

[Verse: X-Factor]
X-Factor in the hustle as a youngin' was a caddie golfer[?]
At fifteen I rob n***as, get them baggies off 'em
Now I'm grown I let that 'matic toss em
Only time you call static when you faggots outta fabric softener
I'm a boss some mags out[?]
Mask out, parked in front of Dads house
If you lucky you gettin dragged out, if not n***as clap his [?wig clap his ribs for a slammer]

[Verse: ?]
I'm a future in the present, maybe a present from the future
I tear up vests with them Rugers
Send you to the Ss[?] with Wesses cuz I'm a shooter
Shells in your whole family back like the koopas
I let [?]
You know the [?coles] the rules
I expose you fools
I go hard 'til your soldiers lose
I don't care cuz I barely got a soul like bowling shoes
[Verse: Quest MCODY]
? you know me it'll never be an issue
When them pistols split ya tissues
.40 blowing like a whistle so
How you rock with that
When MCODY cock it back
Have your head rocking back like you in a boxing jab
Real [?] stoppin black, cuz when I pop the MAC
You better run like your head in a stocking cap
And I'ma carry heat
Lay ya down very deep
You'll fuckin' die talkin' fly like a parakeet

[Break: DJ Young Mase]
Wait a minute!
8 million records sold!
And we still in the hood!
D12!
13 emcees!
Young Mase AKA The Future!
Lets go!

[Verse: Swann]
Big Swann is the name
Thick blondes in the range
Big wrist, big fish in the pond is the game
[?Faded]-out afro, black framed spectacles
.40 caliber next to these six inch testicles
Freestyle savant, eatin' up the comp
First I piece 'em up then clean 'em up like DuPont
So you wanna be a ghost writer?
Well you really will when I flame your face like the ghost rider

[Verse: Three]
Ya n***a Three known for usin' them guns
Catch you lyin' on the crack[?] and have to rip off your tongue
If you wanna bitch - ruin your shit and two in the clip
Syphilis strapped up stickin the bitch
I wish a n***a woulda tried doin' ridicuous shit
A Maze[?] virus in your blood screaming "It gets no sicker than this!"
Position your clique, my hands itchin' the itch
I'll rip your head off and let your brain waves listen to this

[Verse: ?]
I'm on top of this - n***as better recognise
Lyrical genocide if you ain't a friend of mine
Yeah I heard of your clique
Cross me and you might be the victim of a permanent limp
[?] your whip up, shoulda kept your lips shut
Now you on a peace route, talkin' 'bout "Lets talk it out"
I go dumb, borderline retard
Bipolar, spot roller, Glock holder, don't get me started

[Verse: Young Miles]
I don't gotta talk, lil' n***a I'ma ride
Bitch I'ma a shoot, n***a you a drive[?]
Young Miles I set these streets on fire
This chick is a bitch and this snitch probably wired
The .45 yeah I ride with the shit, BK[?] the nine, you must be dividing some shit
You got the Ruger? Let it loose
N***a I'm the truth and I'm harder than reindeer hooves

[Verse: Guilty Simpson]
I gotta crew hard
I let two spark
I'm a boss, call shots like pool sharks
I put you in the hole for talking shit
When the beefs on I might off ya bitch
Doughs all I see
I'm like Hamilton - when I put the mask on RIP
I'll wet ya face and for your own welfare you'll get your section 8

[Outro: DJ Young Mase]
There you have it!
Young Mase!
13 MCs!
D12!
We run Detroit!
Ya'll know what time it is!
Step yopur game up!