, yeah When the war's on, the pores are drawn like pictures The niggaz is all gone when these triggers get witcha Nigga before long you need stitches in your long Johns
time I want my crew to eat (My crew) We comin through a hundred strong (Comin through a hundred strong) We comin wit a hundred miles (A hundred miles
if you're too slow I catch you on the downlow (Oh no) Oh no, you mean The Kid, shit's real I ain't no John Wayne, these niggas gangbang The Four Horsemen
watch me on your TV, say that my job is easy. Say I am not athletic, you think my sport's pathetic. But you can't judge me 'til you've walked a mile
Got my John Deere hat turned back Brother says there's gonna be a fight Sumter County Friday Night One black eye and two teeth later Sumter High and
and I burned 'em So there aint no proof that i ever walked through 8 mile Since they aint no proof,I never walked through 8 mile So eat this black
the international house of pancakes All alone ready to phone me and your hand shakes Palms are sweatin', Dawn's regretin' Never to walk the miles for
s worst When you have some place to be Like the time we drove to Boston In the snow from New York City Frozen to the bone And we saw the planes fly high
of me and Em, I burned them So there ain't no proof that I ever walked through 8 Mile And since there ain't no Proof, I never walked through 8 Mile Sometimes
(John Mellencamp/George M. Green) On a Greyhound thirty miles beyond Jamestown He saw the sun set on the Tennesseee line He looked at the young man who
Yeah one two Yeah one two (One two, one two) For the city We stay high, stay fly Stay real, for real Live good, Stay right For the city We stay high
life Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down 'Cause you can be touched I live life at high speed Moving a million miles
, forget about the fool's gold Yeah, and that 9 to 5 freak show On the back of a strong Palomino, baby We could go for miles and miles and miles Welcome
morgue But if you're too slow, I catch you on the downlow Oh no, you mean The Kid, shit's real I ain't no John Wayne, these niggas gang bang The Four
em sick Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks I make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show He ain't nuttin' but another, a lone John
in the cold you feel the heat. One way ticket to nowhere at your feet. Take what you need, a word to the wise, Only the weak need alibis. Stakes are too high
Maybe I'm wrong, living high and chancing, I feel an ice cold look in your eye cut me down with glances. We both said "No", but we can't let go, and I