Big Hit - G'z Don't Cry lyrics

[Hook] (G's ain't supposed to cry) But that's a lie When my dog died, I cried, had the "ooh" wide on mine (G's ain't supposed to cry) But that's a lie! Homie, when my dog died on me, all I did was cry, homie (G's ain't supposed to cry, dry yo' eyes, g's ain't supposed to cry) (G's ain't supposed to cry, dry yo' eyes, g's ain't supposed to cry) [Verse 1] Look, lil' homie, out the surface From days, when I was worthless The pain, I felt was searchless From graves, in the back of churches It hurts, just to think a OG My tools and OG's that died At night, I mop through the grave site Cause sometimes I get lonely at times Get high, until my mind Get fried, I'm puttin' in work Shed a tear, and take a swig And pour the rest 'round in the dirt Kinda tired, steady poppin' llamas Kinda tired, of a baby mama Kinda blinded, by the dope and the drama Young riders, beware of the karma On the lurk, tryna murk for real Was blood and sweat in my palms I'm break-ing, spiritual laws But, God, they smoked my dog On Bloods, it's full speed ahead On sight, I'm sendin' that lead No hype, this ain't for the bread This for the state, for my n***as in the fed Locked down, straight buckin' clownin' Been scarred, from special housing Walk the yard with Ray-Ray Browning Look hard, these eyes ain't smiling Around and deep down inside Bow down and pray 'fore I ride Water swellin', running down my eyes n***as yellin' while the bullets fly [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm a anti-talker, anti-stalker Anti-police, anti-snitch In the pen, I'm an a**et walker Homie, homie, you tell me the difference Between love and hatin' When you find yourself surrounded by nothing But s**as who love to snake You can't spook a G, like me I been, bangin' since the days of sins And situations get ugly before they plug me Believe me, I'mma spray those friends On me, if it's vice versa Them same n***as'll hurt ya! Play the con game and straight work ya Flock ya mama house and then murk ya But that'll never work, on a G I'm up on the oldest part, of the game I'm the type of n***a that'll blow some blunts wit' ya Double back, blow out ya brains This for the Lanes, on me This for the Crips, the real OG's This for the B-L-double O-D's H-B, Macho, Noreaga, P-T (V.I.P.) [Hook]