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Erick Sermon - The Sermon lyrics
Yo yo yo yo, yo Turn my mic up some.. turn my mic up some.. Turn my mic, check check, check, turn my mic up some Almighty, uhh.. [Verse One] Lord forgive me now This be the best way I know how, to get this out I can't sing so I have to bounce Even though, that's not what my style's about I hate this world, sometimes it gets me when family and friends are not friendly I just don't get it - so I sit home in the bassment lights low on the mic and spit it They plot, to get my scratch Not knowin the time to get where I'm at now In my face, like I owe 'em somethin Handout from me, and never did nuttin (word up) They're mad at me, like I changed It's hard on me Lord, it's wreckin my brain Is it me?I know it can't be So I ask you, please help me, now [Chorus: R. Kelly - *sampled*] Sometimes I laugh, tryin to keep from cryin If I was plain out of luck, then tell me who could I trust See I work so hard, just to get ahead If it wasn't for God, I'd probably be dead [Verse Two] Uhh, I laugh when ain't nuttin funny Meanwhile cats wanna count my money Plan on me, to get jumped or somethin Plot-ting like E's punk or somethin Feels so strange, how I maintain to last in the game, throughout my fame I'm focused man, the E stay the same Hate when folks call me out my name Damn Lord, heal my body Cause I'm mad enough to kill somebody Even hard to trust my lady Did she lock me down to have my baby? I know she love me - damn it's nuttin The world's so corrupt, it got me buggin Uhh, I wanna move away like (?) Y'all feel me - yo, R. Kelly [Chorus] [Verse Three] Huh, yo, huh The game changed, damn I should quit Can't get respect, without havin a hit Someone somewhere talkin shit Got fake cats in my clique But I deal with the cards that's dealt Try to make music that's heartfelt Still doin eighty on the Belt' In the Escalade, with Dolce shades I've been paid, now what's left? I guess, should I stress life or death (huh?) Sometimes I wanna end it all Live at peace, with 'Pac and Smalls Can't do that, got fam at the crib My moms, my pops, my girl and my kids (uh-huh) .. open my eyes So I ask you, please help me, now [Chorus] |
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