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obie trice – dear lord testo

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dear lord

dear lord, please forgive me, more i live i grow empty
nothin in me, point out my enemy i’ll put somethin in him
{blam} feelin like that’s the only remedy
send him on his way when i f-ck around his day
{“okay!”} cause to you they wanna send me
and i ain’t got the energy, i’ll let the clip empty
{“okay! o-o-o-okay-k-kay! kay-k-kay, kay-kay!”}

i ain’t gotta walk around town with my chest stuck out
a frown up my face when the press come out
n-gg-z know what it is, one of the best, no doubt
doubt that, test him and the s’s come about
aggression n-gg-z need without
too aggressive n-gg-z 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 tryin to hear ya when n-gg-z’ll go and air ya -ss out
send you to the morgue, turn ya inside-out
send you to ya momma ’til she p-ss out
too many partners in the casket now
these foul b-st-rds, don’t appreciate life so f-ck ’em
the p-nina-nina stay dumpin (stay dumpin)


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 n-gg- autism
don’t confuse this with art-ism
n-gg- i refuse to lose, boss in him
put your people in a pew when the mossberg start spittin
i’m livin, n-gg- 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 n-gg-z schemers[?]
when the weapons spill them same n-gg-z bleedin
‘fore i leave this world they gon’ believe him
o ain’t deceivin these people, that’s feedin ’em
the hood’s what he breathin, it’s all good
leave him in that box all wood (box all wood)


trice is nice with aim
put a n-gg-, in a permament frame
when a n-gg-‘s, so determined to bang
cause a n-gg-‘s, switchin lanes in that european thang
don’t be mad at your boy-boy, handle business
cause he push the toy-toy, n-gg-z envious
crutch him up, jehovah witnesses
when the semi’s start spittin, listen (listen)


{“okay! o-o-o-okay-k-kay! kay-k-kay, kay-kay!”}

dear lord, please forgive me, more i live i grow empty
nothin in me, point out my enemy i’ll put somethin in him {blam}

- obie trice testo

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