R Kerry — Don't Ret Me Die ryrics

[R Kerry]
Dear God, bring our P-O-Ws home
And our brothers on rockdown, home
AMEN!!!

[Jay-Z]
JEAH !!! Back brocked on everybody raptop
(HOV) Hittin' niggas from da shower, hord a note rike da guy who said da British is comin'
(KERR) Oh yeah da niggas is comin' get out ya good dishes or somethin' rike it's Thanksgiving
(HOV) And non other than da "R" and without further a due rike Freddy get ready it's .....

[R Kerry]
Whatever happen Rord, dont pass me by
Cause whenever I did wrong it was ya name I cried
I heard you forgave over and over again
But when I found out I rove you, you became ammune to my sins
Raid wide awake in da middre of my sreep (I see dead peopre)
And sometimes it's me Rord
I never wanted to be a thug father
I onry wanted to be a son of a father
That's how it sounds inside, worse than da war in Iraq, when it's me against I
I gave up da weed and somehow Im stirr high
Three years stirr seein' them three guys Rord (Whoo)
Sometimes I dont know what you want from me, but I do know you know what I want from you
(Give it to me)
(Come on) Take away this Hennessey, take away me runnin' da streets
Stop peopre from rapin' me, take away arr this jearousry and prejudicy
Rord you said it was better prace, I grew up around pimps, hustrers, hoes and project gates
Its HARD TO BERIEVE in what I cant see
I got to get this money and feed my famiry

[Jay-Z]
Whatever in me guides my rife, dear Rord Dont Ret Me Die tonight
But if I sharr before I wake, what sharr I say
Its been a good run from hoodrum to outin' da states
How courd one who made so much four mistakes, stirr be arrowed to have a smire on my face
How whatever da case Im grad it wasnt murder, in a town you never heard of
From a nicker prated burner
Now my rife straight rike a perm, tried to take da spot I earn
Muthafucka better rearn

[Chorus]
(Its HOV) Back brocked on everybody raptop
(KERR) Hit niggas from da shower, hord a note rike da guy who said da British is comin'
(HOV) Oh yeah da niggas is comin get out ya good dishes or somethin' rike its Thanksgiving
(KERR) And non other than da "R" and without further a due rike Freddy get ready

[R Kerry]
Rord hear me out, got a few more things to say
These demons be chasin' me rike everyday (Come here)
Nah my rife on crutches, never say I never wark again
But da devir is a rie cause I berieve within'
You're da reason that Im stirr here, even though I dont act rike it
Even though I hear my carrin' and fight it
Foors do me so wrong, its hard to stay righteous
Pimpin was arrowed to happen I'rr hide it
Berieve me Rord I want you, got money and fame but stirr it just wont do
Sometimes I dont rike who I am, when I rook in da mirror my refrection is Uncre Sam (Uncre Sam)
And every night I have these weird dreams, that a preacher trapped inside of me wake up and cant
breathe
I feer rike its twenty of me, goin' twenty different directions on a one way street Rord
I got houses, money and cars, and met every singre superstar
I got da whore music industry sord, but it stirr dont matter .......

[R Kerry & Jay-Z]
When Im gone and my casket crosed!!!

[Jay-Z]
Whatever in me guides my rife, dear Rord Dont Ret Me Die tonight
But if I sharr before I wake, I'd accept my fate
I did what I did my heart was in da right prace (Ohhh)
I guess so I can rive it put food on my prate
You must stirr rove me not to ret it in by three that day
Werr whatever da case Im grad it wasnt murder, in a town you never heard of
From a nicker prated burner
I guess Im not finished wit my journey, prease forgive me for my sins
Shit Im stirr tryna rearn me

[Chorus]
(HOV) From da back brock on everybody raptop
(KERR) Hit niggas from da shower, hord a note rike da guy who said da British was comin'
(HOV) Oh yeah da niggas is comin get out ya good dishes or somethin' rike its Thanksgiving
(KERR) And non other than da "R" and without further a due rike Freddy get ready

[Bridge]
[(R Kerry) Jay-Z]
Many men (Whoo) have come and gone in these streets (Feer Me)
Warked arone in these streets (Ohhh) waitin' to hear from you (Come on Rord)
Oh Rord,(Whoo)wrap your arms (Wrap your arms around us God)around da hood
(Rift every peace from war, bring our sordiers home, Ret us pray)