Jadakiss - Don't You Cry lyrics

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch] I don't care what you new sh** did, I'm a god You been on my dick since you was a kid And I ain't never fall off, I got greater Took it as constructive criticism instead of calling you hater After that I made more hits, made more knocks While you was talking bout the LOX, I had the Range on your block While you was sleeping on the floor, I was out on tour Hittin' the stage, getting head from some european who*e I'm like 'please girl don't you cry' Momma said 'trust nobody' before she died Count your money, grab your gun before you go outside If you see me with that mask, b**h you better hide What y'all n***as wanna do We smack n***as and leave welts Strip n***as for fake chains and fake belts Please, girl don't you cry [Hook: Sheek Louch] Please, girl don't you cry Please, girl don't you cry [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Yeah, in the Range they tryna move up Right now I'm the game sonically screwed up Everybody bouncing or they boo'd up I squeeze my sh** 'til the handles chewed up Straight [?], c**aine crusades, h**n off vacations Black tape on a old shotty I rap resume a wrap around your whole body Legend is a understatement Til they find your whole crew individually under basements You just run your block, we run the nation Pistols in the air, that's gun inflation If it ain't [?] under Jason The ability to get it usually comes with patience I got the G's on my side, no women or kids so baby please don't cry [Hook: Sheek Louch] Please, girl don't you cry Please, girl don't you cry [Verse 3: Styles P] Bringing the gun in the devils den Think about heaven in hell, laying his medicine Deep in the [?], my brothers keep the desert evident Brothers got seeds to feed, no hesitants Takes a village to raise a child Rainy n***as to raise a foul I was eating n***as food but none of it was for [?] You don't like me, you can get in the line leaving a pal With a bunch of snake n***as that wasn't even allowed Stay high cause a [?] can never hide in the cloud Please girl don't you cry I'm outside with my 9 and my .45 The [?] colored Porsche won't be [?] Shoot the face of a cut throat Now, I gotta hide in Call my home in like please girl don't you cry [Hook: Sheek Louch] Please, girl don't you cry Please, girl don't you cry