Don’t Let Me Die JAY-Z & R. Kelly

Ohhh, ohh, oh, oh, oooooh
(Dear God, bring our P.O.W.'s home)
Ohhh, ohh, oh, oh, oooooh
(And bring our brothers on lockdown, home - amen)

[R. Kelly]
Whoa-oh-oh ya-ya-yah
Whoa-oh-oh ya-ya-ya-ya!

[Jay-Z] Geah..

[Hook: Jay-Z w/ the R. Kelly above repeating in background]
He's a nigga from the back block
On everybody laptop who used to slang crack rock
HOV'! And this nigga from the Chi'
Who hold a note like the guy who said the British is comin
My nigga Kels! Oh yeah the niggas is comin
Get out your good dishes or somethin like it's Thanksgiving nigga
It's HOV'! And none other than the R
And without further adieu, like Freddie get ready it's

[R. Kelly]
Whatever happen Lord, don't send me back
And whenever I did wrong it was your name I cried
I heard you forgave over and over again
But when I found that out I became immune to my sins
Lay wide awake in the middle of my sleep
"I see dead people," and sometimes it's me Lord
I never wanted to be a Thugfather
I only wanted to be a son of a father
RAHH, that's how it sounds, it's sad
Worse than the war in Iraq when it's me against I
I gave up the weed and somehow I'm still high
Three years, still seein the weed in my eyes Lord
Sometimes I don't know what you want from me
But I do know you know what I want from you
GIVE IT TO ME! C'mon, take away this Hennessy
Take away me runnin the street
Stop people from HATIN me, take away all of this jealousy
And prejudicy
Thought you said it was a better place
I grew up around pimps, hustlers hoes and project gang-sters
Hard to BELIEVE in what I can't see
I gotta get this money and feed my family