Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Million Miles, artist - The Jacka. Album song The Jacka, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2001
Record label: The Artist
Song language: English
Million Miles |
| They call me, The J-A-C-K-A |
| Most money most hoes, why I live that way |
| I know it’s drama on the streets, but I still stay |
| We seen a little light, but our sky still grey |
| Hustlin' in the rain, feelin' pain like a migraine |
| Head ache, bit by a two-head snake |
| With a corrupt jewel, my boy got washed on his first case |
| Hate to see the look on his mother’s face, no time to waste |
| Hit the block with the 9 on waist, only the real will make the 9 erase |
| Life or put your nose to a plate and make the white line erase |
| Mind over matter, and you can even live through a massacre |
| Slavery or torture, we brought the straps to the club to make them niggas |
| remorse ya |
| And All I heard was. |
| «All these niggas strapped as usual, and if you don’t blast first then we all |
| die too.» |
| I’ll be a million miles away |
| When you get this letter |
| Too thug for the streets, can’t shake the pain |
| A right to remember |
| You my nigga and I never would let you down |
| Niggas change but the world still go around |
| We from the slums, many nights we done been without |
| This a letter to my thugs that I’m sendin' out |
| I was suspended from space and time |
| Stripped from everything I love man, and placed behind |
| An iron gate |
| I just try to be cool and pretend like everything is straight |
| Tryna concentrate and write these raps, but that shit is whack though |
| Least they let my nig go |
| He ain’t know what to do to keep the cash flow |
| So a nigga have something to come home to |
| Nigga what |
| Nigga fuck you |
| You a thug I’m a thug too |
| Put em up or get stuck with the ruck tooth |
| Get gutted, get your whole fit flooded nigga |
| No remorse I feel the same everyday, I love to kid but I don’t play |
| They call me The J-A-C-K-A |
| I’ll be a million miles away |
| When you get this letter |
| Too thug for the streets, can’t shake the pain |
| A right to remember |
| You my nigga and I never would let you down |
| Niggas change but the world still go around |
| We from the slums, many nights we done been without |
| This a letter to my thugs that I’m sendin' out |
| What you gon' do when you get out? |
| Hit the block cuz' I got much clout |
| Fire up a batch with the mob cuz' I’m out |
| Niggas talk shit get smacked real quickly |
| With the ass of the big body Desert E 50 |
| Don’t let Kazi or Feddy be with me |
| Say goodbye to the world, cuz tomorrow you’ll be missing |
| It’s The Jack! |
| It’s the Jack! |
| Nigga it’s The Jacka |
| One love the K-I-N-G, don’t le em catch ya |
| It’s the bitch ass detective that’s really tryna sweat ya |
| Got our boy Bo locked, the whole mob scattered out catchin' cases |
| Changin' faces, gettin' flatted out |
| I guess the Mob Figaz just gotta sav it out |