Cry-Stat Quo/Brevi

Cry (Feat. Brevi) - Stat Quo Shady Old mix Back ni**a Second rounds on me Kuniva Cashis Stat quo Bobby Creekwater Obie Trice What Niggas didn't kill me Now a niggas 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 Dom 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 version Verses lettin' superfulious ni**a 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 ni**a That's comin' from the same turf as yas What nerves have yas Pissed because your hussles ain't worth a sh*t I'm gettin' rich I'm on my way to Hugh Hefner's Dig? With a b**ch You in the trenches tryin' to reach it big On another rapper's dick Who dont represent where you live Know you annoyed But don't make the mistake I'm state to state in that Honda ni**a Not an accord I'm in that Honda G4 you will never afford And yup it's probably ease when a ni**a is on board (cry now) Cry now (cry now) Cry now (cry now) Cry now Ni**a cry now I'll be damned if I let a ni**a lay his hands on me I'll lay his a** 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 shirt The streets is like a curse Niggas frontin' for a b**ch 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 biscut will exceed the distance And bounce off one's home Hit and riquoche off a kid's trombone Right to where you niggas lay Obie can tell you that death is just a few inches away Yall shed tears But yall can get your feel of it today (cry now) Cry now (cry now) Cry now (cry now) Cry now Ni**a cry now Obie they gotta f**k with us this time ni**a Bobby Creek Ni**a Laugh now Cry never My berreta 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 a light on you niggas Diseasin' Soon as I get my karma right on zeros I'm leavin' Load up a clip And make it dark on them heroes cheesin' Sh*t they got snitches on the clock Gotta watch what I'm sayin' Me buy a b**ch a couple rocks And a watch quit playin' Back on my greasy My neezy Nobody bread whippin And for them f**kin' spectators I brought the band with me Halftime niggas And grab pine You will never grab mine ni**a The docta was lyin' When he said you was gon' be fine ni**a CASHIS! Witness art of war In the phyical Since raw coke was rushed through my umbilical And no words from cash mouth is fixin' Ready with d**e clips I'm ever dissin' u 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 Jerry Garcia Talk to my brother Gone in the streets of the D I'm totin the K And hopin' niggas 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 wack ni**a With a gun with a shank with a bat Take a slug through the lung Get you right what you rappin' ni**a I'm born crazy raised im more famous It's the clappin' down bangers It's for entertainment (cry now) Cry now (cry now) Cry now (cry now) Cry now Ni**a cry now Young stat he the gat On tuck Want war I don't give a f**k Shot till you kiss And pucker up It'll lift em up Believe me you'll flow The result is your family heart broke Lookin' like an artichoke Vegetable Hoe's stiff Ni**a paralyzed from the neck down My goon stick niggas 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 Broads call me cocky Poppi long dick Stabbed it out the box like hockey Especially when a b**ch ride it like jockey From the benz to the range to the black joloppy I'm the sh*t The only one who ain't heard is Foxy Formalize a plan No man can stop me boss hog Stat quo Understand Ya copy? (cry now) Cry now (cry now) Cry now (cry now) Cry now Ni**a cry now [Eminem]