Cry Now (Shady Remix)

Old mix

Back ******

Second rounds on me

Kuniva

Ca*******s

Stat Quo

Bobby Creekwater

Obie Trice

What

******s didn't kill me

Now a ******s gon' get

Peel my cap back

I'm never at home

I'm somewhere

With my shaft restin' on a ho's tongue

Sippin' on some Don Perignon

While she's sippin' up them newborns

Yeah bet you hate the news holmes

You probably 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

Send weight to the coroner

When courage make 'em turn performer

I transform into Uma Thurman

A dude's virgin

Verses lettin' superfulious

With no purpose ******

Continue to walk this earth's surface

I was birthed for hip-hop

Branch out my services

Ya try to murder this ******

That's comin' from the same turf as yas

What nerves have yas

Pissed because your hussles ain't worth a *******t

I'm gettin' rich

I'm on my way to Hugh Hefner's

Dig?

With a ******

You in the trenches tryin' to reach it big

On another rapper's ******

Go on represent where you live

Know you annoyed

But don't make the mistake

I'm state to state in that Honda ******

Not an Accord

I'm in that Honda G4 you will never afford

And yup it's probably easy when a ****** is on board

I know

Cry now

I know

Cry now

I know

Cry now

****** cry now

I'll be damned if I let a ****** 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 collides

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 *******rt

The streets is like a curse

******s frontin' for a ******

It's like you beggin' to die

Like bear huntin' with a switch

A part of my heart is gone

I could never smile the same

Trigger finger is itchy

It'll take awhile to tame

Detroit is hella dirty

But the dozen can fix it

Resist and the biscuit will exceed the distance

And bounce off one's home

Hit and ricochet off a kid's trombone

Right to where you ******s lay

Obie can tell you that death is just a few inches away

Y'all shed tears

But y'all can get your feel of it today

Obie they gotta ****** with us this time ******

Bobby Creek

******

Laugh now

Cry never

My Beretta 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 *******ne a light on you ******s

Diseasin'

Soon as I get my karma right on Lindsay Rose

I'm leavin'

Load up a clip

And make it dark on them heroes cheesin'

*******t they got snitches on the clock

Gotta watch what I'm sayin'

Me buy a ****** a couple rocks

And the watch quit playin'

Back on my greasy

My neezy

Nobody bread whippin'

And for them ******' spectators

I brought the band with me

Halftime ******s

And grab pine

You will never grab mine ******

The dolli's was lyin'

When he said you was gon' be fine ******

CA*******S!

Witness art of war

In the physical

Since raw coke was rushed through my umbilical

And no words from Cash mouth is fixin'

Ready with **** clips

I'm ever dissin'

My aura of war is raw to the core

The surface of the street

When I walk through the door

My purpose is to move up

Pull tools

You perpin'

Watch me overthrow the government

In my turban

Plot up and line up

Solo mia

Prayin' to proof

I'm searchin for Cherry Garcia

Talk to my brother

Gone in the streets of the D

I'm talkin' to K

And hopin' ******s waitin' on me

Take the first shot then

The second rounds on me

And when the wars on the other side

Me and my brother ride

I don't rap for the plaques

My contracts signed just for scraps

To get you whack ******

With a gun with a with a bat

Take a slug through the lung

Get you right what you rappin' ******

I'm born crazy raised in more fame

It's the clappin' down bang

It's for entertainment

Young Stat keep the gat

On tuck

Want war

I don't give a ******

Shot till you kiss

Pucker up

It'll lift 'em up

Believe me you'll flow

The result is your family heart broke

Lookin' like an artichoke

Vegetable

Ho's stiff

****** paralyzed from the neck down

My goon stick ******s

Turn soldiers to stick figures

Hand on triggers

Real life born killers

We roll out like four wheelers

God sent us

From backstabbers and gold diggers

Tipsy off brown liquor

Watch me

Obnoxious

Broad call me ******y

Poppin' long ******

Stabbed it out the box like hockey

Especially when a ****** ride it like jockey

From the Benz to the Range to the black Jalopy

I'm the *******t

The only one who ain't heard is Foxy

Formalize a plan

No man can stop me

****** all

Stat Quo

Understand

Ya copy?

It's the Re-Up!