"Cry" lyrics
Lord forgive me for my sins
But may I strike down an get vengeance
Murder my homeboy, why you doin like that
Niggas getting churched up, time for the get back
Found him last night, four shots in his back
No leads to the case, Triple C's will handle that, just bought a new swo?
In the streets I'm sworn
It's time for the murder ride, all on board
Give me them sticks, s-k, s-ks, m-11s
When the hammer fall
That's for the trigger pull
Another maggot falls
Split down in beu?
What do witness's witness?
Plus we handle my businesss
Another clip of snitches
While they looking at bitches
Feel like I'm brainwashed
To finally ?
Caught 8 bodies in four weeks I'm on fire
'Cause I want you to cry
I'm killin your gleam
I'm sending your team
They killin for me
Just like Saddum Hussein
Just offered your head
It's on my camera phone
You cant picture me dead
Am I Christian or Muslim
Or just addicted to hustlin
My daddy don't love me
Mama fightin an fussin
Now I'm choppin the rocks
Niggas pockets on sow ell
Man I'm pimpin them hoes
Givin the new pistols to hoes
Graduated from ?
Rappin for waves of people
Ya I want you to cry, ya look at me cookin that ether
Rollin down your block, 3 deep, got my pistol in my lap
See me underneath the sink
I ain't come to die, I ain't come to talk, boy I came to see you cry
Let me see you off
Now cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, nigga cry, cry, cry
So we back in the game
Back on the dock
Port of Miami, blood hound for the rock
I'm getting that money
Niggas trackin to kill us
Get on my own killas
Get my own niggas to kill em
I'm spending new money
So don't bother my bitch
I'm getting jewel money
You niggas ain't nigga rich
I'm in the yacht
See me I'm talkin fifty feet
Don't talk cars, bitch I got fifty fleets
I'm in the han ron?
Witnesses takin the fire
Ain't no snitchin my brother
It's called you takin the dive
They shootin at me, so I'm shootin at them
I'm shootin the locus, I'm shootin to win
The winner is me, I want you to cry, I want you to scream, just want you to die
I want you to fly, I need a prayer, when I'm satisfied, just to live another day
Rollin down your block, 3 deep, got my pistol in my lap
See me underneath the sink
I faint come to die, I faint come to talk, boy I came to see you cry
Let me see you off
Now cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, nigga cry, cry, cry
I'm mentioned for killin
Got your name on my list
Ya I'm bumpin your crib, I'm fuckin your bitch
I put her to sleep, then I think of myself
Call in evil things that I can do in my wealth
Is that a bitch, I'm getting work, I never spare a bitch
You getting murdered, in bloody gloves, with bloody shirt
Tiger in my eyes, bitch you know who done the dirt
When I left I had a whole hundred in the magazine
Now there none in the magazine
It was a guy so he died at least a hundred time
Looked him in his eyes right before I made him cry
But may I strike down an get vengeance
Murder my homeboy, why you doin like that
Niggas getting churched up, time for the get back
Found him last night, four shots in his back
No leads to the case, Triple C's will handle that, just bought a new swo?
In the streets I'm sworn
It's time for the murder ride, all on board
Give me them sticks, s-k, s-ks, m-11s
When the hammer fall
That's for the trigger pull
Another maggot falls
Split down in beu?
What do witness's witness?
Plus we handle my businesss
Another clip of snitches
While they looking at bitches
Feel like I'm brainwashed
To finally ?
Caught 8 bodies in four weeks I'm on fire
'Cause I want you to cry
I'm killin your gleam
I'm sending your team
They killin for me
Just like Saddum Hussein
Just offered your head
It's on my camera phone
You cant picture me dead
Am I Christian or Muslim
Or just addicted to hustlin
My daddy don't love me
Mama fightin an fussin
Now I'm choppin the rocks
Niggas pockets on sow ell
Man I'm pimpin them hoes
Givin the new pistols to hoes
Graduated from ?
Rappin for waves of people
Ya I want you to cry, ya look at me cookin that ether
Rollin down your block, 3 deep, got my pistol in my lap
See me underneath the sink
I ain't come to die, I ain't come to talk, boy I came to see you cry
Let me see you off
Now cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, nigga cry, cry, cry
So we back in the game
Back on the dock
Port of Miami, blood hound for the rock
I'm getting that money
Niggas trackin to kill us
Get on my own killas
Get my own niggas to kill em
I'm spending new money
So don't bother my bitch
I'm getting jewel money
You niggas ain't nigga rich
I'm in the yacht
See me I'm talkin fifty feet
Don't talk cars, bitch I got fifty fleets
I'm in the han ron?
Witnesses takin the fire
Ain't no snitchin my brother
It's called you takin the dive
They shootin at me, so I'm shootin at them
I'm shootin the locus, I'm shootin to win
The winner is me, I want you to cry, I want you to scream, just want you to die
I want you to fly, I need a prayer, when I'm satisfied, just to live another day
Rollin down your block, 3 deep, got my pistol in my lap
See me underneath the sink
I faint come to die, I faint come to talk, boy I came to see you cry
Let me see you off
Now cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, nigga cry, cry, cry
I'm mentioned for killin
Got your name on my list
Ya I'm bumpin your crib, I'm fuckin your bitch
I put her to sleep, then I think of myself
Call in evil things that I can do in my wealth
Is that a bitch, I'm getting work, I never spare a bitch
You getting murdered, in bloody gloves, with bloody shirt
Tiger in my eyes, bitch you know who done the dirt
When I left I had a whole hundred in the magazine
Now there none in the magazine
It was a guy so he died at least a hundred time
Looked him in his eyes right before I made him cry
Thanks to Mathew Belmont for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Aldrin Davis, William Roberts, J Rock
