Don’t You Cry

歌詞

[Sheek Louch] I don't care what your new shit did, I'm a god You been on my dick since you was a kid And I ain't never fall off, I got greater Took it as constructive criticism instead of calling you hater After that I made more hits, made more knocks While you was talking bout the LOX, I had the Range on your block While you was sleeping on the floor, I was out on tour Hittin' the stage, getting head from some European whore I'm like 'please girl don't you cry' Momma said 'trust nobody' before she died Count your money, grab your gun before you go outside If you see me with that mask, bitch you better hide What y’all niggas wanna do We smack niggas and leave welts Strip niggas for fake chains and fake belts Please, girl don’t you cry [Sheek Louch] Please, girl don't you cry Please, girl don't you cry [Jadakiss] Yeah, in the ranks they tryna move up Right now in the game, sonically screwed up Everybody bouncing or they boo'd up I squeeze my shit 'til the handles chewed up Straight insubordination, cocaine crusades, heroin off vacations Black tape on a old shotty My rap resume a wrap around your whole body Legend is a understatement Til they find your whole crew individually under basements You just run your block, we run the nation Pistols in the air, that's gun inflation If it ain't David or Shawn, they under Jason The ability to get it usually comes with patience I got the G's on my side, no women or kids so baby please don't cry [Sheek Louch] Please, girl don't you cry Please, girl don't you cry [Styles P] Bringing the gun in the Devil's den Think about heaven in hell, laying his medicine Deep in the [?], my brothers keeper, that's evident Brothers got seeds to feed, no hesitants Takes a village to raise a child, grimey niggas to raise a foul I was eating niggas food but none of it was for Halal You don't like me, you can get in the line leaving a pal With a bunch of snake niggas that wasn't even allowed Stay high cause a serpent can never hide in the cloud Please girl don't you cry I'm outside with my 9 and my .45 Papaya-colored Porsche won't be puff smoke Shoot the face of a cut throat Now, I gotta hide in Call my home in like please girl don't you cry [Sheek Louch] Please, girl don't you cry Please, girl don't you cry