I Cry

[Trick Daddy]

Our father who art in heaven

Thank you Lord

Lord thank you Lord

[Trick Daddy speaking over Chorus]

That's right

Y'all could stand up and rejoice now

We about halfway through the road

We got about another hundred years to go

Thats for sure

God is good thats right God is good

In fact God is not good sometimes

He's good all the time

[Chorus 2x: Ron Isley]

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 yall

[Verse 1]

I got a letter from my nigga in prison

He said he shooked them and its

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 borrying

From a nigga

Told me to check on his old girl

Make sure its 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 its been some years since I saw him

Him not knowing his baby's momma's 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 niggas 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

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 2]

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 niggas 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

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

Niggas you ain't even like in your first life

They gonna walk by you and speak

So

[Chorus 2x]

[Bridge - Ron Isley]

No matter no matter no matter

How hard I cry how hard I cry

Oh no matter how hard I cry

Ooh Yea

[Verse 3]

Even and 'Pac and Biggie become the best of buddies

Invest some money stay together in heaven

I know them niggas gonna have so much gangsta shit to tell me

And its 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 whosever ain't forgiving

Y'all gonna have hell getting in heaven

[Repeat Chorus till fade]