a victim, see we ain't just suspect here We leaving proof, that there ain't been no justice here My hood [Chorus] [Verse 5: Lucky Luciano] Came to wreck
a Cuban with a diamond cut chips And a whole lotta chicks in this world gonna strip with me Get your money right nigga I'm tryin to be worth 6 Million
redundance sequencer start T minus 20 seconds and counting T minus 15, 14, 13 T minus 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4 [Incomprehensible] 93 million miles from
get him off your mind, your mind don't get me started on it Erase whatcha thinkin' Ooh Shawyty is nada I pull that Bugatti Your mind gonna race In a million miles
doors niga i ride stock and fuck you lil rap niggas homie i buy pac, dude told me long time ago joy is pain you sell 5 million records some shit gona
fancy huh [Drake] You getting ready so I know we gon be here awhile in the bathroom flat irons and nail files spending hours in salons on your hairstyles in the mall steady racking up the air miles
-pow! Don't shoot me down Oh no! How low can you go Driving fast to get to work Queen is there just being a jerk Running her mouth a million miles an
the hand that you're given And shoot the moon [Lesley, Brittany] Whoa whoa whoa Whoa whoa, yeah Whoa whoa whoa, Yeah yeah [Brittany, Lesley] More than a million miles
distributions of our futures If this world were fair and right They'd give up the car keys this very night Damn, hit it 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 Flash forward
the open road for a while Chyea, that's right You went bananas on this one, Rif Yeah, lemme turn it up for y'all And it goes 1 for the million miles
gon be here awhile in the bathroom flat irons and nail files spending hours in salons on your hairstyle in the mall steady racking up the air miles hit
when my dick soft Everyday my birthday, they just wanna get they licks off Rocket ship lift off, come sit on my launch pad G5, mile high, group sex, jet lag Boullion, checks, cash, millions
mood, And I'm sick and tired of feeling sick and tired, And my 5 a.m.'s why am I so wired, I've walked a million miles pacing corners of this room,
hood in Queens It be the ones you always knew, that want it on Tellin' everybody it was him that you fronted on Thought we walked a million miles it
(Riley Martin, author of 'The Coming of Tan', speech sample) "Perhaps you will believe the million feet of film that's been taken above... uh... Mexico
a f*** about a b****, I'm more about a grip And I'm all that a n**** got, the more he gotta get Feeling like a million dollars, buyin' million dollar
from the nine where they don't mind dying Whip you up quick and send you home to momma cryin So ? ? ? ? ? ? like a whirl like a tornado 5 hundred miles
both at home and overseas. The Falklands war cost Britain over sixteen thousand million pounds - in whose pocket? * Throughout the world millions of