Dear Lord Songtext / Lyric

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 tryin to hear ya when niggaz'll go and air ya ass out

Send you to the morgue, turn ya inside-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]






[Obie Trice]

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

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

'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)



[Chorus]



[Obie Trice]

Trice is nice with aim

Put a nigga, in a permament frame

When a nigga's, so determined to bang

Cause a nigga's, switchin lanes in that European thang

Don't be mad at your boy-boy, handle business

Cause he push the toy-toy, niggaz envious

Crutch him up, Jehovah Witnesses

When the semi's start spittin, listen (listen)



[Chorus]



{*blam*}

{"Okay!"}

{"Okay! O-o-o-okay-k-kay! Kay-k-kay, kay-kay!"}



[Obie Trice]

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*