[Lyrics] Obie Trice & Shady Records - Cry Now Remix

Titre : Cry Now Remix
Artistes : Obie Trice, Kuniva, Bobby Creekwater, Cashis & Stat Quo
Album : The Re-Up Mixtape (?)
Année : 2006

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[Verse 1- Obie Trice]
Niggas didn't kill me, now a nigga's gone
Can't peel my cap back, I'm never at home
I'm somewhere with my shab, restin' on a hoes tone
Sippin' don perion, while she sippin' up them new borns
Yeah, bet ya hate the news holmes
You prolly 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, then wait to the coroner
When courage make them turn performer
I transform into Uma Thurman, a dude's version
Versus, lettin' the purplest nigga with no purpose
Continue to walk this earth surface
I was birth of Hip Hop, brought ya'll my services
Yet you try to murder this nigga that's comin' from the same turf as ya's
What nerve of ya's, pissed because ya hustle ain't worth a shit
I'm gettin' rich, I'm on my way to Hugh Heffner's
Dig with a bitch, you in the trenches, tryna reach it big
All the other rappers dig, who don't represent where you live
Know you annoyed, but don't make the mistake
I'm state to state in that Honda nigga, not an Acoard
I'm in that Honda G4, you could never afford
And yup its probably eve, but a nigga is onboard

[Hook- Obie Trice]
Cry Now
Cry Now
Cry Now
Cry Now
Cry Now
Nigga cry now

[Verse 2- Kuniva]
I'll be damned if I let a nigga lay his hands on me
I'll lay his ass out and park a Grandam on him
The city where the weak survive and the strong die
Where beef collide, shootouts happen and hit the wrong guy
I done seen the worse of the worst and what could be worst
Than a verse about bullets that's burst up in your shirt
The streets is like a curse, niggas frontin' for a bitch
Its like you beggin' to die, like bear huntin' with a switch
Apart of my heart is gone, I can never smile the same
Trigger finger is itchin', it'll take a while to tame
Detroit is hella dirty, but the dozen can fix it
???? and a biscuit will exceed the distance
And bounce off one's home, hit and ricochet
Off a kid's trombone, right to where you nigga's lay
Obie can tell you nigga's that death is just a few inches away
I'll shed tears, but you can get your feel of it today

[Hook]
Cry Now
Cry Now
Cry Now
Cry Now
Cry Now

[Verse 3- Bobby Creekwater]
Laugh now, cry never, my baretta 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 the light on you niggas this evening
Soon as I get my karma right on them zeros, I'm leavin'
Load up a clip, make it dark on them heros, I'm chiefin'
Shit they got snitches on the clock, gotta watch what I'm sayin'
Me buy a bitch a couple rocks and a watch, quit playin'
Back on my grizzy my nizzy, nobody bread wit me
And for them fuckin' spectators, I brought the band wit me
Halftime niggas, and ???? you would never grab mine nigga
The dollars nine, when you said you gon' be fine nigga

[Verse 4- Cashis]
Witness the art of war in the physical
???? coke was burst through my umbilical
And no words from Cash mouth is fixin' you
Ready to throw clip, hit I'm never dissin' you
My ?????? the court, the surface
Hood or street, when I walk through the door, my purpose
Is to move work, pull two, you purpin'
Watch me overthrow the government with my turfin'
Plot up in laden, solo ????
Prayin' to Proof, I'm searchin' for Jerry Garcia
Up to my brother, grown in the streets of the D
I'm totin' the K, and hope niggas waitin' on me
We took the first shot then second rounds on me
And when you walk on the other side
Me and my brother ride, I don't rap for the plaques
My contract signed just for scratch to get you whacked nigga
With a gun, with a chet, with a bat
With a glove, through the lung, get it right where you at nigga
I'm born crazed, derranged, the more famous
Clappin' down bangers, spit for entertainment cheaa

[Hook- Obie Trice]
Cry Now
Cry Now
Cry Now
Cry Now
Cry Now
Nigga cry now

[Verse 5- Stat Quo]
Young Stat keep the gat on tuck
Want war, I don't give a fuck
Shot til you kiss a fucker up
It'll lift him up, believe me you will flow
The result is your family heartbroke
Lookin' like an artichoke vegetable
Hold stiff nigga
Paralyzed from the neck down, goin' stick nigga
Turn soldiers to stick figures, hand on triggers
Real life, born killas
We roll out like four wheelers
God chill us from backstabbers and gold diggers
Tipsy off brown liquor, watch me
Obnoxious, broads call me cocky
Poppin' long, dick sabby out the box like hockey
Especially when a bitch ride dick like jockey
From the Benz, from the range to the black Jolopy
I'm the shit, the only one who aint heard is Foxy
For my lives are planned, no man can stop me
Boss Hog, Stat Quo, understand you copy

[Hook- Obie Trice]
Cry Now
Cry Now
Cry Now
Cry Now
Cry Now
Nigga cry now