crip-walk in the kitchen to Somethin' you bump on the porch or the park Or pump it while you displayin' yo' heart when you flex on a mark You can play
her fiddle up They come for miles around to hear her play Play your fiddle, Little Orphan Annie Play it for the shrimpers and the pirates out to sea Play
his tent, deep in thought A picture of his wife and children back home in the United States Rested on a table nearby His mind began to wander across the miles
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 miles for love, I sit at starters deck It just happened, I was floatin' you seen it Cathy? Blinked at me then I threw on my thinking cap Take her
Yesterday he was walking through the park On the way back from work it was getting dark He saw autumn trees with their peeling bark She was sitting on
"7 Mile, Gratiot, 6 Mile, 5 Mile" (Esham) In Detroit, everybodys hungry, trying to hussle In Detroit, nobody's got a deal with Russel In Detroit, you
"7 Mile, Gratiot, 6 Mile, 5 Mile" [Esham] In Detroit, everybodys hungry, trying to hussle In Detroit, nobodys got a deal with Russel In Detroit, you
to achieve Chris Allison caught it all on Neive He hummed and hawed and became a pest Twittering on about the old Neive desk We had to call in Keith and Miles
see me, and she made no amends On the air, Sunday's midnight, Sister Soul understands Pull the shades, let it rain all day Radio station plays Mr. John
down the two mile drop The curving road that wound from the top of the hill He was pushing on through the shortening miles That ran down to the depot
8 Mile And since there ain't no Proof, I never walked through 8 Mile Sometimes I think about my life with my face down Then I see my sons and put on
kind With the Bailey brother's John Deere draggin' up behind Roll on down Poor Valley, turn right at Fisher's Creek There's a bonfire on Newman's Ridge
roadhouse And come on in Ooh let the blueboy play Ooh let the blueboy play Gonna ride the mule Gonna chase him too Pullin' on-a pullin' on-a Pullin' on
think my uncle on crack My boy Quay Shaun took a slug in his back From another black now he in the coma trying to make it back Come on come on My old
contagious I'm downloadin like niggaz actually play this Maybe I'm buggin out, maybe I'm on a spaceship See I was on my stay out chill shit The way Mouse
'm seeing demons I wake up screaming Who believe me or was I dreaming? Five fingers on the 45 chrome Dead aim at my brain, infared with no lights on
suckas) I get pesky boss like Joe Pesci I drop hefty rhymes on all MC's suckas that wanna play two cue execute the play off loose I execute on sight ya