Y'all gonna have Hell getting in Heaven
No pushing, no cussing, nope not at the gate
But he goes on and on about when he gets home
No matter how hard I cry
No matter how hard I cry
Ooh yeah
(He's good all the time)
About borrowing from a nigga
No matter, no matter, no matter, no matter
No matter how hard I cry
Us niggaz got too much hatred installed in us
(We about halfway through the road)
Eve and 'Pac and Biggie become the best of buddies
It just don't seem loud enough
It just don't seem loud enough
See when I pray I pray for everybody
This goes out to the lonely streets
Lord I hope You're hearing me
Lord I hope You're hearing me
She's kinda trapped in a storm
So he feels that them niggaz in his click
It just don't seem loud enough
This goes out to the lonely streets
This goes out to the lonely streets
It just don't seem loud enough
But he ain't snitched
This goes out to the lonely streets
But Hell I already did and then he asked me about his shorty
And the bottom line is we gotta set examples for the kids
Make sure it's all good for her and the kids
And all my brothers sick of crying y'all
See everybody gonna wait, ain't gonna be no fighting
(That's right, y'all could stand up and rejoice now)
No matter how hard I cry
So I'm sending my deepest condolences to those
I know them niggaz gonna have so much gangsta shit to tell me
Put him right back where he started at
Oh no matter how hard I cry
He said he shooked them and its
No matter how hard I cry it just don't seem loud enough
Lord I hope You're hearing me
It just don't seem loud enough
Who lost family members to the hands of the men that befriend us
And all my brothers sick of crying y'all
And niggaz you ain't even like in your first life
And all my brothers sick of crying y'all
(And God is good that's right God is good)
The Lord ain't brought me that far just to drop me off here
Told me to check on his old girl
'Cause its been some years since I saw him
The radio and TV they just can't get enough this great big old world
No matter, no matter, no matter, no matter, no matter
Lord I hope You're hearing me
How hard I cry, how hard I cry
(We got about another hundred years to go)
Oh no matter how hard I cry
Y'all keep arguing about religions
That way these terrorist can't tear us up
They ought to pay for that
And all my brothers sick of crying y'all
(In fact God is not good sometimes)
And all my brothers sick of crying y'all
All he needed was a couple pictures
But y'all listen cuz I'm holding on playa
It just don't seem loud enough
While y'all referring to y'all old books of the Bible
Lord I hope You're hearing me
Invest some money stay together in Heaven
No matter how hard I cry
And all my brothers sick of crying y'all
This goes out to the lonely streets
And all my brothers sick of crying y'all
This goes out to the lonely streets
It just don't seem loud enough
And ever since the days he's been gone
And then he mention every nigga that did him wrong
Y'all all out to miss the last bus to Heaven
How hard I cry, how hard I cry
This goes out to the lonely streets
Lord I hope You're hearing me
No matter how hard I cry it just don't seem loud enough
He did his time, day for day, without turning snake
This goes out to the lonely streets
(Thank You Lord Lord thank You Lord)
No matter how hard I cry
Him not knowing his baby's momma's horror
Lord I hope You're hearing me
They gonna walk by you and speak, so
No matter how hard I cry
I guess it still just ain't big enough
And all my brothers sick of crying y'all
This goes out to the lonely streets
No matter how hard I cry
We first ought to teach them love 'cause these days
This goes out to the lonely streets
But I'm sick and tired of a lot of other things
Too far to drive don't even worry about a visit
It just don't seem loud enough
'Cause everybody gonna meet there
And a few dollars, that way he ain't have to worry
I pray to God bless America
And all my brothers sick of crying y'all
Y'all remember, we all in this together but who's ever ain't forgiving
I got a letter from my nigga in prison
Lord I hope You're hearing me
Lord I hope You're hearing me
Lord I hope You're hearing me
I hate he asked me about his shorty
'Cause real O G's don't even take please
And it's gonna feel so good to seeing them together
And all my brothers sick of crying y'all
