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Dear Lord lyrics

[Chorus: {Pain In Da Ass sample}]
Dear Lord, - please forgive me! More I live, I grow empty;
Nothin' in me! - Point out my enemy, I'll put somethin' in him! [gun cocks] [shot]
Feelin' like that's the only remedy;
Send him on his way when I fuck around his day. [scratches] {Okay!}
Cause to you they wanna send me,
And I ain't got the energy, I'll let the clip empty! [scratches]

[Bridge: Pain In Da Ass sample]
"Okay! [scratches] - O-o-o-okay-'k-'kay! [scratches]
'Kay-'k-'kay! [scratches] - 'Kay-'kaaay! "

[Verse 1:]
I ain't gotta walk around town with my chest stuck out, (stuck out!)
A frown up my face when the press come out. (come out!)
Niggaz know what it is! One of the best? No doubt!
Doubt that? - Test him and the S's come about!
Aggression niggaz need without
Too aggressive niggaz rest under leaves where the G's hang out.
I'm BACK stronger than ever
D-boy, so it's like whatever, - however, - whenever.
I - dare ya, - pallbearers - bury ya!
Pardon my - positivity failure.
But they ain't tryna hear ya when niggaz'll go and air ya ass out (ya ass out!)
Send you to the morgue, turn ya inside-out! ('side-out!)
Send you to ya momma 'til she pass out;
Too many partners in the casket now;
These foul bastards - don't appreciate life, so fuck 'em!
The P-nina-nina stay dumpin' (stay dumpin'!)

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Verse 2:]
Now Trice ain't all about runnin' his mouth,
He do that for a livin'. - Y'all gotta feel him!
In the streets, he mute! My nigga autism.
Don't confuse this with art-ism!
Nigga, I refuse to lose, - boss in him;
Put your people in a pew when the Mossberg start spittin'! (Mossberg start spittin'!)
I'm livin'! - Nigga, I'm kiddin' him;
Take him from his paradise, Trice on his way to prison.
Picture him leavin' his children,
I peel 'em! - "Pilgrimage" to another region.
Them Ecstasy pills got niggaz schemers,
When the weapons spill, them same niggaz bleedin'! (bleedin'!)
'Fore I leave this world, they gon' believe him;
O ain't deceivin' these people, that's feedin' 'em! (that's feedin' 'em!)
The hood's what he breathin'. - It's all good!
Leave him in that box all wood. [door slam shut] (box all wood!)

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Verse 3:]
Trice is nice with aim!
Put a nigga - in a permament frame.
When a nigga's - so determined to bang, (bang!)
Cause a nigga's - switchin' lanes in that European thang. (thang!)
Don't be mad at your boy, boy! - Handle bidness!
Cause he push the toy, toy. - Niggaz envious! (niggaz envious!)
Crutch him up, Jehovah Witnesses
When the Semi's start spittin'. - Listen! (listen!)

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[5 seconds instrumental]

[Gun cocks] [shot]

[5 seconds instrumental]

[Bridge] [beat stops]

[Outro:]
Dear Lord, - please forgive me! More I live, I grow empty;
Nothin' in me! - Point out my enemy, I'll put somethin' in him! [gun cocks] [shot]

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