Obie Trice, Kuniva, Bobby Creekwater, Cashis & Stat Quo ☆ Cry Now (Shady Remix)

Ooh MIX
Cry
Back nigga
dry ya face nigga
Second Rounds on Me
get it together
Kuniva Ca$his Stat Quo
I ain’t goin nowhere
Bobby Creekwater O Trice
WHAT
Niggas didn’t kill me now a nigga’s gone
yeah
Can’t peel my cap back I’m never at home ha
I’m somewhere with my shaft
restin on a ho’s tongue word
Sippin Dom Perignon while
she sippin up them newborns
Yeah bet ya hate the news holmes nigga
He probably somewhere sippin on a stoop huh
Sippin on a brew plottin to pop me later huh haha
When will a hater learn
I’m too great on a song
I push weight on the corner
send weight to the coroner
When courage make him turn performer
I transform into Uma Therman
a dude’s version
Verses lettin a ‘perfluous
nigga with no purpose woo
Continue to walk this earth’s surface
I was birthed in hip hop
watch out my services that’s right
Yet you tried to murder this nigga that’s comin
From the same turf as you’s NIGGA
what nerve of you’s NIGGA
Pissed because your hustles
ain’t worth a shit NIGGA
I’m gettin rich I’m on my
way to Hugh Hefner’s dig
With a bitch you in the trenches
tryin to reach it big ah ha
On another rapper’s dick
who don’t represent where you live DUMMY
Know you’re annoyed but don’t make the mistake
I’m state to state in that Honda nigga
not an Accord woo
I’m in that Honda G4 you would never afford woo
And yep it’s probably
E’s but a nigga is on board
Cryyyyy now Cry now
Cryyyyy now Cry now
Cryyyyy now Cry now
Cryyyyy now Nigga cry now
I’ll be damned if I let a nigga
lay his hands on me
I’ll lay his ass out and
park a Grand Am on him
The city where the weak
survive and the strong die
Where beef collide shootouts happen
and hit the wrong guy
I done seen the worst of the worst
and what can be worse
Than a verse about bullets
dispersed up in your shirt
The streets is like a curse
niggas frontin for a bitch
It’s like you beggin to die like
bear huntin with a switch
A part of my heart is gone
I can never smile the same
Trigger finger is itchy
it’ll take a while to tame
Detroit is hella Dirty but the Dozen can fix it
Resist and a biscuit will excede the distance
And bounce off one’s home hit and ricochet
Off a kid’s trombone right to
where you niggas lay
Obie can tell you that death
is just a few inches away
I shed tears but you can get your fill of it today
Cryyyyy now cryyyyy now
Yo Obie they gonna fuck with us
this time nigga B G O V
cryyyyy now cryyyyy now
Uh Bobby Creek nigga
Laugh now cry never
my beretta is a body part
Hit ’em with just enough
shots to make his body art
Now I feel like we even
See Creek is here to shine a light
on you niggas this evenin
Soon as I get my call
I’m right on them zeros I’m leavin
Load up a clip and make it dark on them
heroes I’m cheesin
Shit they got snitches on the clock
gotta watch what I sayin
Me buy a bitch a couple rocks in a watch
Quit playin
Back on my grizzy my nizzy
nobody ran with me
And for them fuckin spectators
I brought the band with me
Halftime niggas and grab pine
you would never grab mine nigga
The doc was lyin when he said
you gon’ be fine nigga
Ca$his
Witness the art of war in the physical geah
Since raw coke was rushed
through my umbilical c’mon
And no words from Ca$h
mouth is fiction what
Ready to throw clips if
I’m never dissin you
My aura awards raw to
the core and the surface
Of the street when I walk
through the door my purpose
Is to move up pull towards you purp’in
Watch me overthrow
the government for my interpret
Plot of Bin Laden soul of Mumia
I’m prayin to Proof
I’m Searching for Jerry Garcia
Talk to my brother
gone in the streets of the D
I’m totin the K at hawk niggas waitin on me
You take the first shot then
Second Round’s on Me
And when you walk on the other side
of me and my brother ride
I don’t rap for the plaques
My contract’s signed just for
scratch to get you wacked
Nigga with a gun with a shank with a bat
Take a slug through the lung
get it right what you wack nigga
I’m born crazed deranged and more famous
Than clappin down bangers meant
for entertainment geah
Cryyyyy now Cry now
Cryyyyy now Cry now
Cryyyyy now Cry now
Cryyyyy now Nigga cry now
Young Stat keep the gat on tuck
Want war I don’t give a fuck
Shot ’til you kiss pucker up
It’ll lift him up believe me you’ll float
The result is your family heartbroke YEA
Lookin like an artichoke vegetable hold stiff
Nigga paralyzed from the neck down
my goons stick niggas
Turn soldiers to stick figures
hand on triggers
Real life born killers
we roll out like four wheelers
God shill us
from back stabbers and goldiggers
Tipsy off brown liquor watch me
Obnoxious broads call me cocky
Poppy long dick Stat beat up the box like hockey
Especially when a bitch ride dick like jockeys
From the Benz to the Range to the black jalopy
I’m the shit the only one
who ain’t heard is Foxy
Formalize the plan no man can stop me
Boss hog Stat Quo understand you COPY
Cryyyyy now Cry now
Cryyyyy now Cry now
Cryyyyy now Cry now
Cryyyyy now Nigga cry now
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