Cry Now (Shady Remix)

**** didn't kill me, now a ****'s gon' get

Peel my cap back, I'm never at home

I'm somewhere with my shaft resting on a ho's tongue

Sipping Don Pérignon while she's sipping up them newborns

Yeah, bet you hate the news, homes

You probably somewhere sitting on the stoop, huh?

Sipping on a brew, plotting 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 version

Verses letting a 'perfluous **** with no purpose

Continue to walk this Earth's surface

I was birthed for hip-hop, brought y'all my services

Yet, you try to murder this **** that's coming from the same turf as ya's

What nerve of yous

Pissed because your hustles ain't worth a shit

I'm getting rich, I'm on my way to Hugh Hefner's, dig?

What a bitch, you in the trenches tryna 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, ****, not an Accord

I'm in that Honda G4 you would never afford

And yup, it's probably ease but a **** is on board

(Cry now) Cry now

(Cry now) Cry now

(Cry now) Cry now

(Cry now) ****, cry now

I'll be damned if I let a **** 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?

These streets is like a curse, **** fronting for a bitch

It's like you begging to die, like bear hunting 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 exceed the distance

And bounce off one's home, hit and ricochet

Off a kid's trombone right to where you **** 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

(Cry now) Yo, Obie

(Cry now) They gotta fuck with us, it's time, my ****

(Cry now) Uh

(Cry now) By the Creek

Laugh now, cry never, my Beretta is a body part

Hit him with just enough shots to make his body art

Now I feel like we're even

See, Creek is here to shine a light on you **** this evenin'

Soon as I get my karma right on them zeroes, I'm leaving

Load up a clip and make it dark on them heroes, I'm cheesing

Shit, they got snitches on the clock, gotta watch what I'm saying

Me buy a bitch a couple rocks in the watch? Quit playing

Back on my grizzy, my nizzy, nobody ran with me

And for them fucking spectators, I brought the band with me

Halftime, **** and grab pine, you would never grab mine, ****

The doc was lying when he said, you gon' be fine, ****

Witness the art of war in the physical

Since raw coke was rushed through my umbilical

And no words from Ca$his' mouth is fiction

Ready to throw clips if I'm ever dissing you

My aura awards , raw to the core, the surface

Of the street, when I walk through the door, my purpose

Is to move up, pull tools, you purp'ing

Watch me overthrow the government in my turban

Plot of Bin Laden, soul of Mumia

I'm praying to Proof, I'm searching for Jerry Garcia

Talk to my brother, gone in the streets of the D

I'm toting the K and hawk **** waiting 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 whacked, ****

With a gun, with a shank, with a bat

Take a slug to the lung, get it right, what you at, ****?

I'm born crazed, deranged, and more famous

Clapping down bangers meant for entertainment, yeah

(Cry now) Cry now

(Cry now) Cry now

(Cry now) Cry now

(Cry now) ****, cry now

Young Stat, keep the gat on tuck

Want war, I don't give a fuck, shot till you kiss, pucker up

It'll lift him up, believe me, you'll float

The result is your family heart broke

Looking like an artichoke vegetable, hold stiff

**** paralyzed from the neck down, my goons stick ****

Turn soldiers to stick figures, hand on triggers

Real life born killers, we roll out like four-wheelers

God shield us from back-stabbers and gold diggers

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 a plan, no man can stop me

Boss Hog, stat quo understand, you copy? (You copy?)

(Cry now) Cry now

(Cry now) Cry now

(Cry now) Cry now

(Cry now) ****, cry now