I made five hundred miles in six hours flat Trying to make up for lost time I been beatin' a path to your mama's door To set things between us right
talkin' too fast You and your friends babe You are a thing in my past You're much too slow I'm goin' to Mexico I've got four or five hundred miles
In nineteen hundred and seventy-five all the people rose from the countryside to move against you government man d'you understand locked together hand
this country from L.A to Maine Seattle and back to Key West Through hundreds of gigs and all the miles they did They say that raising five kids tops the
burn down the street My hoes love to earn my keep It's only five miles left so I whipped it Skipped it, lifted it and overdrive Straight onto five, pimp
If you want head, then prepare to suck (do it) Even if the nigga don't care to nut For every stroke, it's a hundred bucks Respect the game, you just
they come ashore in this foreign land Thunder brakes the silence Of five hundred men assembled on shore Gazing through the misty rain At the mountain not a mile
I saw the stars fall from the sky And watched the tail lights fade away As the sun began to witness a new day. I drove five hundred thousand miles To
in a tin can Far above the world Planet earth is blue, and there's nothing I can do Though I've pasted one-hundred thousand miles, I'm feeling very still
G! I'm breaking MC's up like EPMD And these nuts if you rappers tryin ta see me I'm buckwild with styles, ta-dow I've been in it runnin' a hundred miles
pan Lord my hands feel like they're froze and there's a numbness in my toes But it's only five more miles to Mary Anne yes it's only five more miles
fools to live your pilgrim ways Don't hang that sign on me, you're the stranger Don't try to talk to me, you're the stranger And we drive five hundred miles
as hard as choppin' blocks Five hundred pounds and nine feet tall that's Paul Talk about working when he swung his ax you could hear it ring for a mile
miles in the sky a fire burns A fire burns, a fire burns and it is mine And I did what I did, what we did to survive Five whole years of my life I spent
put our hands in our plates Carnivorous lyricist, niggas fish like fillet My mind spray like a murderer's nine spray The crime way, get mine three-hundred sixty-five
baltimore, baby But everything else is the same There's things I remember and things I forget I miss you I guess that I should Three thousand five hundred miles
and exact We got the brainiac style like miles davis Save us, in the files of the shit that hit It's time to make a run at five hundred yard dash Five hundred
matter if it rain, I got a pool inside And a stretch range so at least 20 could ride And I could tell fake platinum from a mile away When I rap, yo' hundred