Cry Now - Shady Remix

Shady!

Oh Mix!

Back nigga, second round's on me

Cannabba, Cassius, stack form Bobby Creekwater

What?

Niggas didn't kill me, now a nigga's gone, can't

Peel my cat back, I'm never at home

I'm somewhere, with my chav resting on a hoe's toes

Sipping Dom Perignon, while she sipping up them newborns

Yeah, bet you hate the news homes

You probably somewhere, sitting on the stoop, huh

Sipping on the brew, plotting to pop me later, huh

Wouldn't want to hate or learn, I'm too great on the song

I push weight on the corner, send weight to the coroner

When courage make him turn performer

I transform into Uma Thurman, a dude's version

Versus letting a perfilous nigga with no purpose

Continue to walk this earth's surface

I was birthed for hip-hop, brought you out of my service

And yet you try to murder this nigga that's coming from the same turf as you

What nerve of yours?

Pissed, because your hustles ain't worth a shit now

I'm getting rich, I'm on my way to Hugh Hefner's

Dig with a bitch, you in the trenches trying to reach a big

Own another rapper's dick, who won't represent where you live

Know you annoyed, but don't make the mistake

I'm state to state in that Honda, nigga, not in accord

I'm in that Honda G4, you would never afford

And yup, it's probably E's, but a nigga is on board

Cry now

Cry now

Cry 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 collides, shootouts happen and hit the wrong guy

I done seen the worst of the worst

And what could be worse than the verse about bullets dispersed up in your shirt

The streets is like a curse, niggas fronting for a bitch

It's like you begging to die, like bear hunting 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 the biscuit will exceed the distance

And bounce off one's home, hit and ricochet

Off a kid's trombone, right to where you niggas lay

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

Y'all shed tears, but you can get your fill of it today

Yeah, OB

They gotta fuck with us, it's time, my nigga

I'm G-O-B

By the creek

Laugh now, cry never, my Beretta is a body part

Hit him with just enough shots to make his body odd

Now I feel like we even

See, Creek is here to shine a light on you niggas this evening

Soon as I get my karma right on them zeros, I'm leaving

Load up a clip and make it dark on them heroes I'm cheesing

Shit, they got schnitzels on the clock, gotta rock with them saying

Me by a bitch, a couple rocks, and the rocks quit playing

Back on my grids and my ninja, nobody ran with me

And for them fucking spectators, I brought the band with me

Half-time, niggas, they grabbed pine, you would never grab mine, nigga

The dollars line when they said you gon' be fine, nigga

Witnessed all the war in the physical

Since World Cup was rushed through my umbilical

And no words from Cash Mouth was fiction

Ready to throw clips if I'm ever dissing you

My overall 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 perping

Watch me overthrow the government with my turban

Plot up in line, solo Mamiya

I'm praying to prove, I'm searching for Jerry Garcia

Talk to my brother, gone in the streets of the D

I'm talking to K and Hulk, niggas waiting on me

You take the first shot, then second rounds on me

And we can war on the other side, me and my brother ride

I don't rap for the plaques, my contract signed just for scraps

To get you whacked, nigga, with a gun, with a shank, with a bat

Pass love through the lung, get it right with your rap, nigga

I'm pouring craze to raise the more famous

Clapping down bangers, spit for entertainment, yeah

(Cry now) cry now

(Cry now) cry now

(Cry now), cry now

(Cry now), cry now

(Cry now), cry now

Nigga, cry now

Young stack, keep the gat on top

Want war, I don't give a fuck

Shot till you kiss the fucker up

It'll lift him up, believe me, you'll float

The result is your family heart broke

Looking like a artichoke vegetable

Whole stiff, nigga, paralyzed from the neck down

Magoon stick, niggas turn soldiers to stick figures

Hand on triggers, real life porn killers

We roll out like four-wheelers, Godzilla's

From backstabbers and gold diggers, tipsy off brown liquor

Watch me, obnoxious, broads call me cocky

Popping long dicks, stab it up the box like hockey

Especially when a bitch ride it like jockey

From the Benz to the Range to the black jalopy

I'm the shit, the only one who ain't heard his foxes

Formalize a plan, no man can stop me

Boss off, stack quo, understand you copy

(Cry now), cry now

(Cry now), cry now

(Cry now), cry now

(Cry now), cry now

(Cry now), cry now

(Cry now), cry now

Shady!

He's the real