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Trick Daddy( Maurice Young )
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I Cry - (featuring Ron Isley)
Lyricist:D Lyon, Scott Storch, M Valenzano, Maurice Young
Our father who art in Heaven Thank you Lord Lord, thank you Lord
No matter how hard I cry It just don't seem loud enough Lord I hope You're hearing me This goes out to the lonely streets And all my brothers sick of crying y'all
No matter how hard I cry It just don't seem loud enough Lord I hope You're hearing me This goes out to the lonely streets And all my brothers sick of crying y'all
I got a letter from my nigga in prison He said he shooked them and it's Too far to drive, don't even worry about a visit All he needed was a couple pictures and a few dollars
That way he ain't have to worry about borrowing From a nigga told me to check on his old girl Make sure it's all good for her and the kids But hell I already did
And then he asked me about his shorty I hate he asked me about his shorty 'Cause it's been some years since I saw him Him not knowing his baby's mommas horror
And ever since the days he's been gone She's kinda trapped in a storm But he goes on and on about when he gets home And then he mention every nigga that did him wrong
Put him right back where he started at but he ain't snitched So he feels them that niggaz in his click they ought to pay for that He did his time day for day without turning snake 'Cause real OG's don't even take pleas
No matter how hard I cry It just don't seem loud enough Lord I hope You're hearing me This goes out to the lonely streets And all my brothers sick of crying y'all
No matter how hard I cry It just don't seem loud enough Lord I hope You're hearing me This goes out to the lonely streets And all my brothers sick of crying y'all
See when I pray I pray for everybody I pray that God bless America That way these terrorist can't tear us up But I'm sick and tired of a lot of other things
And the bottom line is we gotta set examples for the kids We first ought to teach 'em love 'cause these days us niggaz got Too much hatred installed in us The radio and TV they just can't get enough
This great big old world, I guess it still just ain't big enough But y'all listen 'cuz I'm holding on playa Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com The Lord ain't brought me that far just to drop me off here Y'all keep arguing about religions While y'all referring to y'all old books of the Bible
Y'all all out to miss the last bus to heaven, see everybody gonna wait Ain't gonna do be no fighting, no pushing, no cussing Nope not at the gate 'cause everybody gonna meet there Niggaz you ain't even like in your first life They gonna walk by you and speak, so
No matter how hard I cry It just don't seem loud enough Lord I hope You're hearing me This goes out to the lonely streets And all my brothers sick of crying y'all
No matter how hard I cry It just don't seem loud enough Lord I hope You're hearing me This goes out to the lonely streets And all my brothers sick of crying y'all
No matter, no matter, no matter, no matter How hard I cry, how hard I cry Oh no matter how hard I cry Ooh yeah
Even and 'Pac and Biggie become the best of buddies Invest some money stay together in heaven I know them niggaz gonna have so much gangsta shit to tell me And it's gonna feel so good seeing them together
So I'm sending my deepest condolences to those who lost family members To the hands of the men that befriend us Y'all remember we all in this together but who's ever ain't forgiving Y'all gonna have hell getting in heaven
No matter how hard I cry It just don't seem loud enough Lord I hope You're hearing me This goes out to the lonely streets And all my brothers sick of crying y'all
No matter how hard I cry It just don't seem loud enough Lord I hope You're hearing me This goes out to the lonely streets And all my brothers sick of crying y'all
No matter how hard I cry It just don't seem loud enough Lord I hope You're hearing me This goes out to the lonely streets And all my brothers sick of crying y'all
No matter how hard I cry It just don't seem loud enough Lord I hope You're hearing me This goes out to the lonely streets And all my brothers sick of crying y'all
No matter, no matter, no matter, no matter How hard I cry, how hard I cry Oh no matter how hard I cry Ooh yeah
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