Niggas didn't kill me Now a niggas gon' get Peel my cap back I'm never at home I'm somewhere With my shaft restin' on a ho's tongue Sippin' Don Perignon While she's sippin' up them newborns Yeah bet you hate the news holmes You probably somewhere Sittin' on the stoop huh Sippin' on a 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 Send weight to the coroner When courage make 'em turn performer I transform into Uma Thurman A dude's virgin Verses lettin' a perilous nigga With no purpose Continue to walk this earth's surface I was birthed for hip-hop Branch out my services Ya try to murder this nigga That's comin' from the same turf as ya What nerves of yous Pissed because your hussles ain't worth a shit I'm gettin' rich, I'm on my way to Hugh Hefner's Dig? With a bitch You in the trenches tryin' to reach it big On another rapper's dick Go on represent where you live Know you annoyed But don't make the mistake I'm state to state in that Honda nigga Not an Accord I'm in that Honda G4 you will never afford And yup it's probably easy when a nigga is on board Cryyyyy now, cry now Cryyyyy now, cry now Cryyyyy now, cry now Cryyyyy 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 collide, shootouts happen and hit the wrong guy I done seen the worst of the worst, and what can be worse Than a verse about bullets dispersed up in your shirt The streets is like a curse, niggas frontin' for a bitch It's like you beggin to die like bear huntin 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 a biscuit will excede the distance And bounce off one's home, hit and ricochet Off a kid's trombone right to where you niggas lay Obie can tell you that death is just a few inches away I shed tears but you can get your fill of it today Cryyyyy now Cryyyyy now Cryyyyy now Cryyyyy now Laugh now, cry never, my Beretta is a body part Hit 'em with just enough shots to make his body art Now I feel like we even See Creek is here to shine a light on you niggas this evenin' Soon as I get my call I'm right on them zeros I'm leavin' Load up a clip and make it dark on them heroes I'm cheesin' Shit they got snitches on the clock, gotta watch what I sayin' Me buy a bitch a couple rocks in a watch? Quit playin' Back on my grizzy my nizzy, nobody ran with me And for them fuckin spectators I brought the band with me Halftime niggas, and grab pine you would never grab mine nigga The doc was lyin' when he said you gon' be fine nigga Witness the art of war, in the physical Since raw coke was rushed through my umbilical And no words from Ca$h mouth is fiction Ready to throw clips if, I'm never dissin you My aura awards raw to the core and the surface Of the street, when I walk through the door, my purpose Is to move up, pull tools you purp'in Watch me overthrow the government for my interpret Plot of Bin Laden, soul of Mumia I'm prayin' to Proof, I'm Searching for Jerry Garcia Talk to my brother, gone in the streets of the D I'm totin' the K, and hawk niggas waitin on me You take the first shot then, Second Round's on Me And when you walk, on the other side of me, and my brother ride I don't rap for the plaques My contract's signed just for scratch to get you wacked Nigga, with a gun, with a shank, with a bat Take a slug through the lung, get it right, what you wack nigga I'm born crazed deranged and more famous Than clappin' down bangers meant, for entertainment, geah Cryyyyy now, cry now Cryyyyy now, cry now Cryyyyy now, cry now Cryyyyy now, nigga cry now Young Stat keep the gat on tuck Want war, I don't give a fuck Shot 'til you kiss, pucker up It'll lift him up, believe me you'll float The result is your family heartbroke Lookin' like an artichoke vegetable, hold stiff Nigga paralyzed from the neck down, my goons stick niggas Turn soldiers to stick figures, hand on triggers Real life, born killers, we roll out like four-wheelers God shill us, from back-stabbers and goldiggers Tipsy off brown liquor, watch me Obnoxious, broads call me cocky Poppy long dick Stat beat up the box like hockey Especially when a bitch ride dick like jockeys From the Benz, to the Range, to the black jalopy I'm the shit, the only one who ain't heard is Foxy Formalize the plan, no man can stop me Boss hog, Stat Quo understand, you copy? (You copy?) Cryyyyy now, cry now Cryyyyy now, cry now Cryyyyy now, cry now Cryyyyy now, nigga cry now