Witt - Cry Now (Shady Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Obie Trice] [Tony Yayo] Shady, Shady, Shady OOOOOOOOOOOOO-MIIIIIIIIIX ("Cryyyy") Back n***a (dry ya face n***a) "Second Round's on Me" (get it together) Kuniva, Ca$his (I ain't goin nowhere) Stat Quo, Bobby Creekwater (O. Trice) WHAT! [Verse 1: Obie Trice] n***as didn't k** me, now a n***a's gone Can't, peel my cap back, I'm never at home I'm somewhere, with my shaft restin on a ho's tongue Sippin Dom Perignon while she sippin up them newborns Yeah, bet ya hate the news holmes He probably somewhere, sippin on a 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 him turn performer I transform into Uma Thurman, a dude's version Verses lettin a 'perfluous n***a with no purpose Continue to walk this earth's surface I was birthed in hip-hop, watch out my services Yet, you tried to murder this n***a that's comin From the same turf as you's, n***a, what nerve of you's n***a Pissed cause your hustles ain't worth a sh**, n***a I'm gettin rich, I'm on my way to Hugh Hefner's, dig? With a b**h you in the trenches tryin to reach it big On another rapper's dick who don't represent where you live Know you're annoyed but don't make the mistake I'm state to state in that Honda n***a, not an Accord I'm in that Honda G4 you would never afford And yep, it's probably E's but a n***a is on board [Chorus] Cryyyyy now, (cry now) Cryyyyy now, (cry now) Cryyyyy now, (cry now) Cryyyyy now, (n***a cry now) [Verse 2: Kuniva] I'll be damned if I let a n***a lay his hands on me I'll lay his a** 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, n***as frontin for a b**h 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 n***as lay Obie can tell you that d**h is just a few inches away I shed tears but you can get your fill of it today [Chorus] [Verse 3: Bobby Creekwater] Yo, Obie, they gonna f** with us this time n***a (B-G-O-V) Uh, Bobby Creek, n***a 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 n***as 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 sh** they got snitches on the clock, gotta watch what I sayin Me buy a b**h a couple rocks in a watch? Quit playin Back on my grizzy my nizzy, nobody ran with me And for them f**in spectators I brought the band with me Halftime n***as, and grab pine you would never grab mine n***a The doc was lyin when he said you gon' be fine n***a [Verse 4: Ca$his] 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 dissing 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 towards 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, at hawk n***as 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 n***a, with a gun, with a shank, with a bat Take a slug through the lung, get it right, what you wack n***a I'm born crazed, deranged and more famous Than clapping down bangers meant, for entertainment, yeah [Chorus] [Verse 5: Stat Quo] Young Stat keep the gat on tuck Want war, I don't give a f** 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 n***a paralyzed from the neck down, my goons stick n***as Turn soldiers to stick figures, hand on triggers Real life, born k**ers, we roll out like four-wheelers God shill us, from back-stabbers and goldiggers Tipsy off brown liquor, watch me Obnoxious, broads call me co*ky Poppy long dick Stat beat up the box like hockey Especially when a b**h ride dick like jockeys From the Benz, to the Range, to the black jalopy I'm the sh**, 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? [Chorus] [Outro] [Tony Yayo] Shady, Shady! A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Alchemist [Eminem] It's The Re-Up