Don't Cry - studio

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't

Amayah, wake up baby

I know you're sleepin', but daddy's home now

Pictures gettin' old, my lil' girl lookin' grown now

Your moms said you're talkin' on your own now, walkin' on your own now

Run across the kitchen floor in them baby drawers

I sent you from off tour and I miss you when I was tourin'

Smilin' at them baby pictures, so happy, tears pourin'

God how can somethin' so beautiful come from me?

After the gunshots thought you was done with me

But I know I'm livin' now, why you made me put the guns down

Pick up the mic, start rappin' for a living now

My sun, my moon, my stars, my earth

My wind, my fire, my life, my baby

Tryin' to make your mom's life ya must be crazy, fussin' and fightin'

I know she love me 'cause ya look just like me

Day you came into this world, I was so excited

Eleven twenty-one double-zero, my baby girl is here

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't

Yo, yo, you see this rap shit, I do it for you

And the first time I heard your voice I prayed to God it had to be true

Got a son now, cuttin' the game, stoppin' the bullshit

Remember I ain't your enemy, can you pull quick

Dipped out Cali', came back, snatched my son

My girl mom's and I moved out Maui

Yeah your pops gone bananas, seen wild, went hard

Bigger house, wider yard, nappy with the crash bar

Off that hersh', shit you stupid, you ain't no dad nigga

Takin' your black ass to court for all you have nigga

You see me and your moms, that's another topic

Ain't no whip in this world with a price you can't cop it

Stop it, press rewind, you didn't hear me right

It's a lesson to the song, I'm tryin' to steer you right

Just remember your father taught you to go hard or go home

Never sing that sad song, don't cry

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't

Huh, daddy ain't gon' preach to you

I'ma let your moms school you

Don't let the streets fool you, streets'll do you

That's why I'm talkin' to you

Yeah, you see these niggaz out here

Have you stressin' by the hour

Never turn your back on your foes, them dudes cowards

Some days sweet, and some sour

But we gon' make it together

The world is ours, and you're my flower

If it's ice you can get that, model chicks hit that

Never stress about the downfalls just 'bout the get back

And I ain't sayin' sex is wrong

Just make sure he strap a condom on

And never, ever do it in your mother's home

Yeah, never call a girl a bitch, show respect, son pop ya collar

Ain't nothin' free, scrape and lock every dollar

And I will leave you with this, my lil' angel, daddy loves you

How I'd die for you, cry for you, ride for you

Yeah, switchin' handles like you breakin' a zone, candy paint Impala

On the Golden Bridge, bouncin' on chrome

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't