Walk a mile for you everyday When I'm shaking you make me still You?re the one and the only thrill Lock you up and I put you out It's like a ritual to
Traduction: No Fun At All. Walk A Mile Pour Vous.
you hang, feel a lot of it Have a try and you gotta see It's the way that you wanna be Wake you up and I put you out It's like a ritual to me But every
fullest, worked to god damn hard For you too kill the industry and leave me out of a job You niggaz strain yourself, to maintain yourself And now you
for somebody new Tonight down at the ceili I hope I meet someone tonight Who?ll make my heart beat fast A handsome man with laughing eyes Who smiles as he walks
you all day mothafucka where you at?) I'm on seven mile what the fuck was that Damn somebody hit me from the back (With they car?) With a gat nigga and
get skeet spits I gives a fuck whos drunk and fuckin at the grammy's Loco breakin up or too fuckin skinny Lil kids walking home mad miles a day 'cause
for yourself! Think for yourself man don't do like they do, it's a sick world, you just gotta stay true Stay true and everything'll be cool, you gotta
face I laugh out loud, Acting hard, you're fitting in with all the crowd, If I could I'd stop and turn, Ask you for a clearer line, Just because I know that you
cutting the rug Down at a place called The Jug With a girl named Linda Lu When in walked a man With a gun in his hand And he was looking for you
why? [Nas] To my dogs.. wherever you are Whattup Big? You know shit is rough after you slid You in God's hands now, keep a place for me kid Ain't nuttin
comes a car pullin over ? a station wagon Its got a mom and 2 kids inside ?Hey you need a ride you look like a nice guy?? ?Thank god you stopped I'm
why you dissed me first and I answered you You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you Like I ain't notice you, bitch, I had a show to do Like
the door someone's lickin shots off [Verse 3- Swifty] (***** I been tryna call you all day mothafucka where you at?) I'm on seven mile what the fuck
picks you up You will have no choice You may hear the tires screamin But you will have no voice When that fast car picks you up You will weep and smile
headlights Mile after mile, after mile, after mile You don't gotta be no billionaire To get a ticket up to the moon We all know somebody up there You need a
off Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off (I been tryna call you all day, mothafucka, where you at?) I'm on seven mile,
cross over the median curb Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur from 8 mile road I'm a man, gotta make a new plan Time for me to just stand up, and
