Battle (From "8 Mile" Soundtrack|Explicit) - Gang Starr

What what what you wanna battle me

Yo man how much money you got

What what what you wanna battle me

Yo man how much money you got

I used to guzzle 40's and own a beat up caddy

Since the hood still love me I'll turn the heat up daddy

I went from macking fly honies on the train

To straight relaxing on the beach counting money getting brain

Soon as you rappers get a chance you wanna floss a lot

You buy a iced out watch because it cost a lot

Then you in the club styling with dough

Profiling with hoes that we boned a while ago

You rookies haven't done enough laps around the track

You had one hot single but then your album sounds wack

Son you bore me with your war stories

You ain't even do that sh*t so that's just more stories

How you expect us to take you seriously

The look in my eye punk has got you scared of me

I'm blasting your sons I'm snatchin' your funds

You catch a royal a**-whoopin' you've been askin' for one

I'm 'bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game

What what we thorough to the end

Yo man you know the drill

I'm 'bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game

What you wanna battle me

Yo man how much money you got

B**ch you don't even know the half about me

I bring it straight to your chest ask your staff about me

I'm just a little bit older plus a whole lot wiser

I might advise ya or I might pulverize ya

I can visit any city get respect in the street

While you alone in your room shook to death of the streets

I'll take a second to speak I keep my weapon in reach

I ain't talking romance but you'll get swept off your feet

I keeps a ghetto chick that loves to blast and she peddle sh*t

Groupies fake moves I get her to settle sh*t

You can't compare to the status right here

Legendary worldwide we can battle right here

Listen junior I'ma tear back your wig

This ain't tv but I'll show you what a 'fear factor' is

Stop grillin' me and all that frontin is killin me

You leave me no choice but to hurt your feelings g

I'm 'bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game

What what what you wanna battle me

Yo man how much money you got

What what we thorough to the end

Yo man you know the drill

I'm 'bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game

I'm 'bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game

We thorough to the end

I'm 'bout to slap rappers around

You know the drill

We thorough to the end

I'm 'bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game

You know the drill know the drill