Don't Cry Lyrics

[Fiend talking]
Yo, Yo
What's up to all my muthaf*ck soldiers,
my thugs, my warriors, my survivors out there
It's Fiend excited private wit' C-muthaf*ckin' Murder,
Q.B., Gotti, and Mr. Magic
When we hit 'em we hit 'em hard u heard me

[chorus x2: Fiend]
Don't cry now
Nigga, don't wine now
We'll make it that yo people can't identify yo ass now

[Fiend]
Launched n missiles
And grams and pistols
Blastin' these things that whistle
Burnin' up shits u
And f*ck it I won't miss u
A lethal weapon my profession
500 G's
500 G's that put inches n yo life
Surounded by 500 please
Remember n grieves
Tha solider to beez
Wit' a fro
I beents out smokin' trees
Hit tha Z's
Made 'em breeze
And blow to they knees
Ran over interstreets
By a tank on D's
I stank theese
Wearin' some black chains and a safety
Y can't we just get along
I'm gettyon Jones
I'm known
For breakin' bones
Believin' that I ain't wrong
Introducin' yo shows
And a strong Whomp! Whomp!

[chorus x2]

[Gotti]
Young niggas dyin' n my city
And I ain't showin' no pity
So I'm holdin' my head
Trynna keep from an early grave
Known as tha "Path that's Laid"
Lord forgive me simple wayz
But I was lost n tha game
Strapped n, through theese tryflin' streets
Knowin' that tha "Breed of Life" might bury me
But I ain't worried, I'm holdin' chrome
Protectin' my dome
I'm trapped n a storm
Catched these folks that trynna do me home
Wit' crisis over my head
Nigga dodgin' tha FEDz
They rather see me n a cell
Nigga trapped n jail
I make bail
And me and Pheno raisin' hellllllllll

[Q.B.]
I represent Uptown
Make tha wrong move u get bucked down
Dude, f*ck now
Q.B. on tha buck round
No hesitation, no status
Pack a nine automatic
And to pull a bullet to n yo family
Niggaz don't really wanna see us rhyme
We puttin' niggaz on tha news and givin' 'em muthaf*ckin' t.v. time
Respect tha name n tha authority
And a nigga barged n tha same room so nigga naw wit' us uh
Q muthaf*ckin' B we would never run We back shit
Bitch niggaz get they back twisted
We crack shit
Niggaz need to get they f*ckin' practice
Don't f*ck wit' my crew and let us snatch this

[Magic]
I'm gon' raise hell muthaf*cka
Hope ya'll ready for me
I can move wit' tha nite, I got veins on my teeth
I'm from tha 9th Ward
Home of tha killas and wigsplitters
And lots of dead bodies
I heard a twelve-year hit it
I've been trained by tha best
Bring yo cop killaz
And I won't wear a vest
And u still facin' death
Don't cry now
Bitch nigga, don't wine now
Cuz I'm all up n ur shit
And u figure, U 'BOUT TO DIE!
Hold on, wait a minute, I smell p*ssy
Still wet behind tha ears, lil boy u still a f*ckin' wookie
U messin' wit' a hard hitta
(automatics shooting)
U FEEL ME NIGGA!!!!!

[chorus x4]

[C-Murder]
They label me a crazy muthaf*cka wit no hesitation
I'ma blast wit' a sawed off strip, to a niggaz ambition
I'm Bossalinie
And I roll wit' these TRU thugs
Givin' niggaz meanmugs
>From tha ghetto I get much love
Ain't no muthaf*ckin' crosses
Wit' all these crime bosses
Nigga, Nigga, make a move
I'll have u sleepin' wit' dead dudes
My tattoos, represent my identity
It reveals tha hard-will of a hard-kill nigga that's n me
My enemies on a rampage, tryn avoid my presence
Fearin' imediate death, like a fateful pheasant
N my kingdom, only strong soldiers live, that's tha law
Of tha ghetto, I broke my hand on a fool's jaw
I'm southpaw
Hand to Hand combat, it's very neccesary
My first option, is fightin' all my advercaries
That nigga flinched, when my muthaf*ckin' gun went "POW"
U heartless muthaf*cka, don't cry now

[chorus x6]

[Fiend talking again]
There, u muthaf*ckin have it
Some of tha youngest hard niggaz n tha muthaf*ckin' world
Understand this here
Us soldiers, No Limit Soldiers til' tha world blow up
Or a god show up
U HEARD ME!!!!!!
Don't cry now
If yo people can't identify yo ass now
HAHAHAHAAAAAAA
Take me out this muthaf*cka

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