Lyrics I Cry - Trick Daddy , Ronald Isley
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
(That's
right,
y′all
could
stand
up
and
rejoice
now)
Lord
I
hope
You're
hearing
me
(We
about
halfway
through
the
road)
This
goes
out
to
the
lonely
streets
(We
got
about
another
hundred
years
to
go)
And
all
my
brothers
sick
of
crying
y'all
No
matter
how
hard
I
cry
it
just
don′t
seem
loud
enough
(And
God
is
good
that′s
right
God
is
good)
Lord
I
hope
You're
hearing
me
(In
fact
God
is
not
good
sometimes)
This
goes
out
to
the
lonely
streets
(He′s
good
all
the
time)
And
all
my
brothers
sick
of
crying
y'all
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
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
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
that
them
niggaz
in
his
click
They
ought
to
pay
for
that
He
did
his
time,
day
for
day,
without
turning
snake
'Cause
real
O
G′s
don't
even
take
please
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
to
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
them
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
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
be
no
fighting
No
pushing,
no
cussing,
nope
not
at
the
gate
'Cause
everybody
gonna
meet
there
And
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
Eve
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
to
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,
no
matter
How
hard
I
cry,
how
hard
I
cry
Oh
no
matter
how
hard
I
cry
(Thank
You
Lord
Lord
thank
You
Lord)
Ooh
yeah
1 Fuckin' Around (intro)
2 Fuckin' Around
3 Let's Go
4 Sugar (Gimme Some)
5 Menage a Trois
6 J.O.D.D.
7 4 Eva
8 I Cry
9 Thugs About
10 Ain't a Thug
11 Down Wit Da South
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