[Verse 1- Obie Trice] Niggas didn't kill me, now a nigga's gone Can't peel my cap back, I'm never at home I'm somewhere with my shab, restin' on a hoes tone Sippin' don perion, while she sippin' up them new borns Yeah, bet ya hate the news holmes You prolly somewhere sittin' on the stoop huh Sippin' on the brew, plottin' to pop me later huh When will a hater learn, I'm too great on a song I push weight on the corner, then wait to the coroner When courage make them turn performer I transform into Uma Thurman, a dude's version Versus, lettin' the purplest nigga with no purpose Continue to walk this earth surface I was birth of Hip Hop, brought ya'll my services Yet you try to murder this nigga that's comin' from the same turf as ya's What nerve of ya's, pissed because ya hustle ain't worth a shit I'm gettin' rich, I'm on my way to Hugh Heffner's Dig with a bitch, you in the trenches, tryna reach it big All the other rappers dig, who don't represent where you live Know you annoyed, but don't make the mistake I'm state to state in that Honda nigga, not an Acoard I'm in that Honda G4, you could never afford And yup its probably eve, but a nigga is onboard [Hook- Obie Trice] Cry Now Cry Now Cry Now Cry Now Cry Now Nigga cry now [Verse 2- Kuniva] I'll be damned if I let a nigga lay his hands on me I'll lay his ass out and park a Grandam 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 worse of the worst and what could be worst Than a verse about bullets that's burst up in your shirt The streets is like a curse, niggas frontin' for a bitch Its like you beggin' to die, like bear huntin' with a switch Apart of my heart is gone, I can never smile the same Trigger finger is itchin', it'll take a while to tame Detroit is hella dirty, but the dozen can fix it ???? and a biscuit will exceed the distance And bounce off one's home, hit and ricochet Off a kid's trombone, right to where you nigga's lay Obie can tell you nigga's that death is just a few inches away I'll shed tears, but you can get your feel of it today [Hook] Cry Now Cry Now Cry Now Cry Now Cry Now [Verse 3- Bobby Creekwater] Laugh now, cry never, my baretta is a body part Hit him with just enough shots to make his body hard Now I feel like we even See Creek is here to shine the light on you niggas this evening Soon as I get my karma right on them zeros, I'm leavin'Load up a clip, make it dark on them heros, I'm chiefin' Shit they got snitches on the clock, gotta watch what I'm sayin' Me buy a bitch a couple rocks and a watch, quit playin' Back on my grizzy my nizzy, nobody bread wit me And for them fuckin' spectators, I brought the band wit me Halftime niggas, and ???? you would never grab mine nigga The dollars nine, when you said you gon' be fine nigga [Verse 4- Cashis] Witness the art of war in the physical ???? coke was burst through my umbilical And no words from Cash mouth is fixin' you Ready to throw clip, hit I'm never dissin' you My ?????? the court, the surface Hood or street, when I walk through the door, my purpose Is to move work, pull two, you purpin' Watch me overthrow the government with my turfin' Plot up in laden, solo ???? Prayin' to Proof, I'm searchin' for Jerry Garcia Up to my brother, grown in the streets of the D I'm totin' the K, and hope niggas waitin' on me We took the first shot then second rounds on me And when you walk on the other side Me and my brother ride, I don't rap for the plaques My contract signed just for scratch to get you whacked nigga With a gun, with a chet, with a bat With a glove, through the lung, get it right where you at nigga I'm born crazed, derranged, the more famous Clappin' down bangers, spit for entertainment cheaa [Hook- Obie Trice] Cry Now Cry Now Cry Now Cry Now Cry Now Nigga cry now [Verse 5- Stat Quo] Young Stat keep the gat on tuck Want war, I don't give a fuck Shot til you kiss a fucker up It'll lift him up, believe me you will flow The result is your family heartbroke Lookin' like an artichoke vegetable Hold stiff nigga Paralyzed from the neck down, goin' stick nigga Turn soldiers to stick figures, hand on triggers Real life, born killas We roll out like four wheelers God chill us from backstabbers and gold diggers Tipsy off brown liquor, watch me Obnoxious, broads call me cocky Poppin' long, dick sabby out the box like hockey Especially when a bitch ride dick like jockey From the Benz, from the range to the black Jolopy I'm the shit, the only one who aint heard is Foxy For my lives are planned, no man can stop me Boss Hog, Stat Quo, understand you copy [Hook- Obie Trice] Cry Now Cry Now Cry Now Cry Now Cry Now Nigga cry now RE-UP.Blogfa.com <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Marshal-Mathers.blogfa.com <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<