[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 nigga!

[Intro: DJ Young Mase]

Ya'll know what time it is?

Welcome to Detroit city!

My niggas from D12 went to the hood

And grabbed 13 emcees!

Ya'll niggas gotta step your game up!

Shit's gettin' serious out here!

[Verse 1: P.L.]

I'm the sickest nigga 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 2: 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 3: Stretch Money]

Stretch Money I'm an east side nigga

Roll solo I don't need my niggas

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 4: 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 5: 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 6: X-Factor]

X-Factor in the hustle as a youngin' was a caddie golfer[?]

At fifteen I rob niggas, 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 niggas clap his [?wig clap his ribs for a slammer]

[Verse 7: T-Flame]

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 8: 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 9: 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 10: Three]

Ya nigga 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 nigga 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 11: Young Who?]

I'm on top of this - niggas 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 12: Young Miles]

I don't gotta talk, lil' nigga I'ma ride

Bitch I'ma a shoot, nigga 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

Nigga I'm the truth and I'm harder than reindeer hooves

[Verse 13: 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!