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Lyrics: [Intro] 'Crrrry' Giant face nigga (giant face nigga) Get it together (get it togheter) I ain't goin nowhere (nowhere) O. Trice (O. Trice) [Verse 1] Niggaz wanna kill me, till a nigga stoned Wanna peel my cap back, see a nigga gon' All because I rap actual facts on a song It's no fabrication, what's wrong (what's wrong) Slum cracked to the day come (day come) But they don't wanna gimme that, say he fakin (fakin) Schoolcraft is the makin (makin) But God forsake 'em, they hate I'm great Conservin them weight, to the Top 8 at 8 You whether see him wait, momma hypervenalate Tuckin her son underneath the state (Michigan) Hip-Hop's my fate, since cassette tapes I've been braced what you know of, as this niggaz culture Put it in a chokehold, spoke as a soldier (soldier) Yea he provoke him, to pull up out his holster Leave you wit a visible ulcer, oggle and off ya Niggaz ought to when he lyrically off us All cause he salty, I'm rollin like a boss I don't follow nigga's course, I'm akward My choice, Rock City is my voice The White Boy stepped down, so I will accept the crown Exceptional however, never let ya down Found my new niche, no more bricks So I'm pitchin 16's, verbally bi*** [Chorus] 'Crrrrrry now' Cry now 'Crrrrrry now' Cry now 'Crrrrrry now' Cry now 'Crrrrrry now' Nigga cry now [Verse 2] Cry all you wanna, numero uno stunna Then snuck up on ya, Lord what has become of us The Boy hold the 'D' down, like none other Up comin since slums, can't knock them mothaf***as So we, take shots at 'em, try to snuff 'em Whether see 'em suffer, then become one up on us Round the globe, promotin us hustlas The white boy's cool, but refuse they brothers So we, c*** the tools, and shoot our own color This ain't Detroit Red, you won't (X) me out (Malcolm) I exit this, whenever be from a violent outcome I turn Exorcist on niggaz wit extra clips Exit on my ethics, is no longer present X-rays show, I was this close to Heaven So for future reference, I stay this close to a weapon {click-clack} Who you testin, never said I was the best, never stressin Don't make me get in my zone, I will own that whole note (fa sho') Metaphorically, for where I roam on chrome yo (fa sho') Detroit for niggaz that's slow, it's the O I was birth wit Jehovah's hand on my soul [Chorus] 'Crrrrrry now' Cry now 'Crrrrrry now' Cry now 'Crrrrrry now' Cry now 'Crrrrrry now' Nigga cry now [Verse 3] Can't explain the gift; but my aim is to take What the streets gave my brain and spit And I ain't evaporate, I will remain the sh** So ya lames that got a problem wit the game - tough tit He still in the same Range, windows fixed And I'm killin 'em come a-gain, that's as real as it gets Off ya, tryna make me depart ya, from my thought-a Coffin's for you, and the nigga that brought ya The hatin start in ya, release from our father The people at the alter, saying ya better off You don't wanna see a demon, come out of a humen being Recent being the sience, and to him it's too extreme Catch me in the BM, like Tupac and them Or in that Tahoe like Christopher - NO Poppa gon' keep poppin Cris on you hoes And pi** on those, who exist as my foes O rolls through sh**, spittin cold flows Knows his business, I'll be missed if I go Who you know holdin the city on his shoulders Flow is ferocious, it's O sh**, true vocalist - bi***! [Chorus] 'Crrrrrry now' Cry now 'Crrrrrry now' Cry now 'Crrrrrry now' Cry now 'Crrrrrry now' Nigga cry now [Outro] 'Crrrrrry now' [to fade] More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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