i will walk a million miles nothing it's to far for me to get to you how can i prov my love it's so far about, anything else you never knew i will walked a million miles
a million miles Nothing it's to far for me to get to you How can I prove my love It's so far above, anything else that you've ever known I'll walk a million miles
a hoe K-I double L-A-K-L-A-N to the B to the A to the M, gotta represent Never know with a lifestyle, with a five dolla with a mile Gotta get my life
'ma B-L-double-O-D Been on songs with S-N-double-O-P Inside a Ferrari with the D-R-E Run up I let it sing like Nate D-O-double-G Walk through 8 Mile,
flow Put the H in the hood Put a 1 on the good put a slab on the wood Me and Ross doin' good 100 million dollars nigga hangin' in the hood [Busta Rhymes
fancy, huh? Well, aren't you a breath of fresh air? From all these superficial gold digging bitches in here They get a baller, think that they ain't got to pick a
to hate they gone feel that cake In Baton Rouge keep a big attitude real rude L.I.G im real cool don`t thank that im a lil dude A Peter Pan quick knock
I'ma B-L-double-O-D Been on songs with S-N-double-O-P Inside a Ferrari with the D-R-E Run up I let it sing like Nate D-O-double-G Walk through 8 Mile
a staring under heat Involved an under usual feat And i'm not only among but I invite who I want to come So I missed a million miles of fun I know it
to valet tell 'em to park it Then I jumps out the Azure, a Lil' Kim aura Girls making faces like Ace Ventura And my B-A-D G-I-R-L-S is in the stretch
week Impaired my tribal lunar speak And of course you can't become if you only say What you would have done So I missed a million miles of fun I know
cold February, with a thin sweater I'm far from a "YES" man, I'm a trend setter It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta Don't put niggaz in the same sink
wit dead aim I weathered the change stormed through the streets in the range Can't complain, a nigga live to die in da flames 'Cause I torture J to A to R U L
your face I'm a little bit too hard for the radios to play I still can spit eighty miles an hour in a verse And my Coupe go eighty miles an hour in reverse
the Matrix And I can't take this If the game needs a new look, I'm a do a tummy tuck and a face lift And everything I say in these pages Is straight
'em to park it Then I jumps out the Azure, a Lil' Kim aura Girls making faces like Ace Ventura And my B-A-D G-I-R-L-S is in the stretch LX Ain't shit