through spend a day in her life walk a mile in her fight walk a mile in her shoes see what she goes through spend a day in her life walk a mile in her
walkin' You might see me walkin' a dead rottweiler dog With it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a
in an argument over a parkin' spot Decides to pull his gun out and let's a few of 'em off Missed who he's aimin' for six feet away's the door Into St
but hope and pray That the boys don't come through with the scope and spray Valuable time comes with a price to pay Smoke on a deserted street just a mile
you Mom, you always know what to do Soon I won't be missing you and feeling so blue Half a day away from you Twenty years and half a million miles A
have been successful Let's retrack our steps and look deeper into the mission The bomb was just a song, a foundation, nothin' was missin' It could blow
me crazy, when you're so far away I'd walk a million miles, just to get to you, next to you, little bit closer I wanna get to you, I'll get a little
represents a symbol of my individuality and my belief in personal freedom, i have a special box for everything, at night you can see my halo for a mile
one stip forward they push me two steps back I give an inch they take a mile some try to cramp my style They try to diss they shoot they miss I walk off with a
She does the cutest tricks, with her six stereo ears. When she walks by, spacemen cry, 'Specially when she shifts her gears. If she's found, rush like mad, Put her on a
on my way I Catch the two and then the thirty-five And by six-fifteen I'm on the train Thrity miles till the final stop And still I have to walk a few
miss you Sayin?) I understand that music calms the savage beast But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece First a bass, a snare A little
rep for yours go 'head take a stab at me, muthafucker You a many style copycat, Bendy Mile, stockin' cap Fake nigga from the projects who ain't got a
, two, I miss you Three, four, I walk the floor Five, six, come back quick And I don't want to miss you no more A little girl, a little boy Playing on
my nigga Mell Specially for my niggas doin the L and getting outta jail What ever be good as hell it aint nothin on a nigga plate Hungry than a motherfucka a hustla eat a
Waging a war inside my head Years and years of Bloodshed and warfare Our mission was only to get in and kill A free vacation Of palmtrees
. Miley: Daddy! There was a one and a million chance you were going to be a rockstar and that happened, there was a one in a million chance that i'd be
