D12 - Long Road lyrics
[D12 - Long Road lyrics]
So many judge our trials of life
Got a thousand knives
Watch my housin' lights says my pal is wack
One of the best that done it
The jealous tell us rubbish
Tryna' test our stomachs like
"Where would you be if you never met Slim
He never met Kim
Would you still be in the ghetto with him?"
Fuck Detroit, I procreated the truth
Any beef we ever had in our past
Was orchestrated by Proof
To me was undeniable talent
You dyin' to challenge, my nigga
Shit, I am the balance
From the Mo to the Boondocks
I still rob a balloon spot
Fuckas fuck with the Goon Squad
I'm too hard for Pac Wan, I don't belong
Get your block torn by city
Grifts with Glocks drawn
Not wrong in this shit
Make the rights decision
How you gonna judge the
Motherfuckin' life I'm livin'?
It's a long road lemme tell you something
How you gonna pass judgment when
I came from nothin'? It's a long road
Took what he had and he got 'im some ice
Yo it's hard lookin' up from
The bottom of life
Ain't mad that Eminem got more
Loot got more fame
Cause in reality he only got more pains
From the Jews and fools, lesbian views
Them gays that booze the news
Watching every way that he moves
He's always in my eyesight
Even though we don't kick it as much
Back his life with my life
On my life, my wife and my kids
None of your biz
Don't make me blow this fo-fo
Through one of your ribs
It's the son of a bitch that love
Rap with dance, they got the
Killers that clap skip, they clap they hands
From the Sconies to BK's, FA's and PKs
I bring terror to state 103 days
I run the freeways with burners ass blocks
The ride on the bug-ass niggas to blast pop
The fast talk get your ass
Whooped gonna add your
When you last walked they touch the asphalt
I'm a "Bad Boy" without a contract from Puffy
Want war? Don't make me contact this thuggy
Fuck a judge giving me stripes
Now tell me what you know
About me living my life
My heart moved when them buildings dropped
So many chills I got from them pills I pop
My childers not to be left like me
Proof the truth to the
Motherfuckin' death I'll be
The next Ali in the fight of life
Finalize my plight with Christ
Analyze all these gods that
Ain't actin' right
Strike a mic in the name of rap or lose
I slang the crack
I choose to gain the plaques
Got crews, dame and dash
Tho views the same and fast
Fuck rules the game is trash
All I wanted was a chain and Benzi
Not for the cash I'm 100 like Lindsay
10-Speed of raw, I breathe and crawl
Like a Panther for the answer
How to feed my dawgs
No my niggas, my brakes is died
Lived a lifetime denied so I'm taking mine!
Got a thousand knives
Watch my housin' lights says my pal is wack
One of the best that done it
The jealous tell us rubbish
Tryna' test our stomachs like
"Where would you be if you never met Slim
He never met Kim
Would you still be in the ghetto with him?"
Fuck Detroit, I procreated the truth
Any beef we ever had in our past
Was orchestrated by Proof
To me was undeniable talent
You dyin' to challenge, my nigga
Shit, I am the balance
From the Mo to the Boondocks
I still rob a balloon spot
Fuckas fuck with the Goon Squad
I'm too hard for Pac Wan, I don't belong
Get your block torn by city
Grifts with Glocks drawn
Not wrong in this shit
Make the rights decision
How you gonna judge the
Motherfuckin' life I'm livin'?
It's a long road lemme tell you something
How you gonna pass judgment when
I came from nothin'? It's a long road
Took what he had and he got 'im some ice
Yo it's hard lookin' up from
The bottom of life
Ain't mad that Eminem got more
Loot got more fame
Cause in reality he only got more pains
From the Jews and fools, lesbian views
Them gays that booze the news
Watching every way that he moves
He's always in my eyesight
Even though we don't kick it as much
Back his life with my life
On my life, my wife and my kids
None of your biz
Don't make me blow this fo-fo
Through one of your ribs
It's the son of a bitch that love
Rap with dance, they got the
Killers that clap skip, they clap they hands
From the Sconies to BK's, FA's and PKs
I bring terror to state 103 days
I run the freeways with burners ass blocks
The ride on the bug-ass niggas to blast pop
The fast talk get your ass
Whooped gonna add your
When you last walked they touch the asphalt
I'm a "Bad Boy" without a contract from Puffy
Want war? Don't make me contact this thuggy
Fuck a judge giving me stripes
Now tell me what you know
About me living my life
My heart moved when them buildings dropped
So many chills I got from them pills I pop
My childers not to be left like me
Proof the truth to the
Motherfuckin' death I'll be
The next Ali in the fight of life
Finalize my plight with Christ
Analyze all these gods that
Ain't actin' right
Strike a mic in the name of rap or lose
I slang the crack
I choose to gain the plaques
Got crews, dame and dash
Tho views the same and fast
Fuck rules the game is trash
All I wanted was a chain and Benzi
Not for the cash I'm 100 like Lindsay
10-Speed of raw, I breathe and crawl
Like a Panther for the answer
How to feed my dawgs
No my niggas, my brakes is died
Lived a lifetime denied so I'm taking mine!