will Move on and on and on down this road. Don't give up and don't give in Someday you will be strong again But there's still miles to go. Sister let
here" Miles to go when your not here And I'll be there Where I go where you are And it'll be miles to go when your not here Where I go Miles to go where
I don't care. They say it's better to be blessed than it is to be clever, but I don't care. 'Cause I got 10 miles to go on a 9 mile road, and it's a rocky
I can't hear it anymore, who's the tightes who gets all the score, you're so fucking ignorant go to shows, start some fights show your girlfriend
So many years have passed, but I'm still standing strong all my wounds from the past are cured my dedication won't break, a commitment for life a
for, you ever stood for And now you're walking on a dead end road you've passed the point of no return and still got miles to go We used to walk
go givin' it all away Don't go walkin' in your sleep no Don't go givin' it all away Dont' got talkin' in your sleep no Don't go givin' it all away Don
dressed up and be Hollywood You na'mean? Where do niggas go when we die? Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga That's why we go to Thug Mansion That'
(feat. Apache, Double J, Lakim Shabazz) Yo Everybody in the Flavor Unit is real def But we're gonna make one record altogether Who's gonna go first? [
, priceless with niceness Seven mile and E, yo girl, you got to let go [7 Mile] Time for me to say Time for us to go our separate way Everything we used
you need a hard leg, a straight niggah with no suga One that won't play no games and give it to you In the buck, doggy style, the whole mile Mix it up
hustler I'll fight the fight that nobody will fight though Spite those fools that be tryin to bite dope I'm like no other MC on the mi-cro I might go
breaker's shorting My memory is aborting I can barely remember this flow but wack MC's ya still got another zillion miles or so to go Anywhere you go
the centerfold." "Let it break the walls of Jericho." "Ready? Go! " Sat where the old, cardboard city folk Swap tales with heads like every other penny
me on no field with no baseball bat In case some nigga head, got to get cracked Other than that, I don't plan to run track Picture me joggin for miles
old and gray, your the only one ill share my yucky oat cookies with. we can go wigg shopping together when our hair falls out, and we can hold each other
alive To put some fire in my soul. Could've told you a million lies Given everything to compromise But you could run for a million miles And still have nowhere to go
