This is a song about "100 miles"

And i got 'em running miles,

Nigga fuck the black and whites

That shit was way ahead of time, had emcees runnin' miles,

Knew he was working for the fed's, same crime, different trials

Mic'ing few miles fitting the backstreet

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Always keep it 100/ neva mind a fake

We both teenagers with the same mind state

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

We've crossed our paths now we're miles apart

We both had dreams of being great

500 miles push on the disc brake

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

And i got 'em running miles,

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

Mixed with egyptian nile,i run for they miles,