[Chorus: Obie Trice]
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Dear Lord, please forgive me, more I live I grow empty
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Nothin in me, point out my enemy I'll put somethin in him
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{*blam*} Feelin like that's the only remedy
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Send him on his way when I fuck around his day
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{"Okay!"} Cause to you they wanna send me
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And I ain't got the energy, I'll let the clip empty
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{"Okay! O-o-o-okay-k-kay! Kay-k-kay, kay-kay!"}
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[Obie Trice]
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I ain't gotta walk around town with my chest stuck out
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A frown up my face when the press come out
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Niggaz know what it is, one of the best, no doubt
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Doubt that, test him and the S's come about
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Aggression niggaz need without
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Too aggressive niggaz rest under leaves where the G's hang out
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I'm back stronger than ever
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D-boy so it's like whatever, however, whenever
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I dare ya, pallbearers bury ya
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Pardon my, positivity failure
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But they ain't tryin to hear ya when niggaz'll go and air ya ass out
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Send you to the morgue, turn ya inside-out
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Send you to ya momma 'til she pass out
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Too many partners in the casket now
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These foul bastards, don't appreciate life so fuck 'em
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The P-nina-nina stay dumpin (stay dumpin)
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[Chorus]
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[Obie Trice]
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Now Trice ain't all about runnin his mouth
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He do that for a livin; y'all gotta feel him
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In the streets he mute, my nigga autism
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Don't confuse this with art-ism
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Nigga I refuse to lose, boss in him
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Put your people in a pew when the mossberg start spittin
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I'm livin, nigga I'm kiddin him
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Take him from his paradise, Trice on his way to prison
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Picture him leavin his children
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I peel 'em; pilgrimage to another region
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Them ecstasy pills got niggaz schemers{?}
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When the weapons spill them same niggaz bleedin
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'Fore I leave this world they gon' believe him
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O ain't deceivin these people, that's feedin 'em
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The hood's what he breathin, it's all good
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Leave him in that box all wood (box all wood)
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[Chorus]
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[Obie Trice]
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Trice is nice with aim
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Put a nigga, in a permament frame
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When a nigga's, so determined to bang
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Cause a nigga's, switchin lanes in that European thang
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Don't be mad at your boy-boy, handle business
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Cause he push the toy-toy, niggaz envious
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Crutch him up, Jehovah Witnesses
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When the semi's start spittin, listen (listen)
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[Chorus]
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{*blam*}
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{"Okay!"}
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{"Okay! O-o-o-okay-k-kay! Kay-k-kay, kay-kay!"}
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[Obie Trice]
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Dear Lord, please forgive me, more I live I grow empty
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Nothin in me, point out my enemy I'll put somethin in him {*blam*}
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Dear Lord
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Obie Trice |