Million Miles The Jacka
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[The Jacka]
This a letter to my thugs that I'm sendin' out..
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."
[Chorus]
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
This a letter to my thugs that I'm sendin' out..
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."
[Chorus]
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
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