hit it on the road Let me hit it on the road Let me hit it on the road Let me hit it on the road Let me hit it on the road [x2] Just got to New York
to have it [Verse 2:] My back against the wall, I ain't got shit to lose Is it greed or green, that keep me making these moves Hit the block with precision
round and round It's gon' be goin round as the world turns.. and steady turnin [Young Noble] As the world turn burnin paths, starin through my rearview It's a war goin on
with my partners and know that it's on Am I, ready to die for a God I've never seen? (No) Ready to die for an idear or dream (Nah) And I'm looking at
before I knew it, we were getting down to it On her knees to please as she red, white and blew it Hanky Panky, she said, "Hurt me, spank me!" Tattoo on
holding on to the winter night, it's beaten me People make good wood for fires but we're too hot to burn Hit the brakes, I cried This could be a dream
shameless Pushing that dream, trying to beat the time Oh well whatever nevermind Nothing else matters when your knifing through traffic Wishing it was a stickshift, it
they gettin up on my nerves And while they in my face, they actin fake, I'm kickin 'em to the curb So what it concern, on whether I ball or stand on
me on my own And me nuh left my chrome Touch di road fu look fu bread Yuh better stay out of my way (aye) So me hit di highway (aye) Ah do tings my way
fumbled and folded that open letter said "dead men walking don't dream" You taped yours, and you told me I could rent it Thought it was invented for my
When all you have is me" She listened to the little voice inside her And then she hit the road Free at last and with just a tiny scar And finally on
While riding on a train goin' west, I fell asleep for to take my rest. I dreamed a dream that made me sad, Concerning myself and the first few friends
real thugs hit em up just to let a nigga know Mo Thug nigga what ? get the scrilla fa sho ballin outta control hit the yellow brick road nigga anything
[D-Red:] On the rise like steam, was it a dream when they valeted my big six When the baguettes bling from my ring, was your mind playing tricks Calicoe
Walk away 'Cause it's time to be on your own Without me It's not the same when I hear your voice And what you say is just noise So maybe I should
and fifty on the rough I'm a tough act to follow, leave your chest hollow See it ain't that tough, heat that ass up with the ralo And hit the road, explode
Every day it just gets harder to live This dream I'm believing in Thunder Road, oh baby you were so right Thunder Road, there's somethin' dyin' on