"} [Styles P] Never trust niggaz no further than I can throw 'em Long with the razor and the doctor can't sew 'em Said I as the hardest out, now I gotta
[verse 1] Its been a long and whining road Even though time keeps a changin Ima bring it all back home I been told i spit lyrics wit politics Why wouldnt
Yeah, hell yeah, know what I'm sayin'? Yeah Mista Busta, where the fuck ya at? Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat Your dick on hard, from
vital Approaching with hate, oh yes it's homicidal Like denouncing Selena at Cinco de mayo Certain death, oh no, oh no I'm on the road to heaven and hell
listening? (Is anybody, anybody, anybody listening?) I'm alone in this world (Oh my) Anybody listening? (Hard sometimes) I'm alone this world (It's hard
Life, pain It's so hard to survive in this world of pain I feel like I'm goin' crazy so I'ma shell my brain My niggaz out here droppin' off over rocks
Yeah, uh it's all good now It's all good now We out the hood now It's all good now We out the hood now, we out the hood now It's all good now We out the
cop who had a sister named jan For reasons unexplained she loved the monkey man Tweeter was a boy scout before she went to vietnam And found out the hard
down the hard road, down the hard road Don't know where I've been and don't know where to go its like Going down the hard road, down the hard road Don
hell, I may a well I haven't had no fun in so damn long" He picked her up at closing time They pulled out on the road and they were gone Tony's mom
's my car That's my dog in my backyard There's the window to the room Where she lays her pretty head I planted that tree out by the fence Not long after
bitters to the thugs out hustlin', here me To all who walked the long road and met the end of the route I miss you all so I send this out To anyone
'm the real, real Stop the real, really? You only feel me if you walk the same road Talk the same code Still dwelling in the hell, and find a time to
VERSE ONE] Me and my whole squad pull up on the night Taking up the whole road with out cars and our super bikes Now were outside but the queue's long
the lotto, never promise tomorrow I came a long way wit no gas in the Monte Carlo Fill the tank full of sorrow, my pride I had ta swallow Now how the hell
[Chorus: repeat 4X] We ain't playin' (hell naw) we ain't playin' (hell naw) We ain't playin motherfucker we ain't playin' (hell naw) [Verse 1] Alright
off in my pants Fuck the talking, square it out, cock ya pistol let's dance Its Tight IV Life and this ya Colonel, Mr. D-r-a-m-a Godby Road is where ya