Rick Ross - Cry lyrics

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Rick Ross - Cry lyrics

Lord forgive me for my sins But may I strike down an get vengeance Murder my homeboy, Why you doin like that n***as getting churched up, Time for the get back Found him last night, four shots in his back No leads to the case, Triple C's will handle that, Just bought a new swo? In the streets im sworn Its time for the murder ride, all on board Give me them sticks, s-k, s-k's, m-11's When tha hammer fall Dats for the trigger pull Another maggot falls Split down in beu[?] What do witness's witness? Plus we handle my biznesss Another clip of snitches While they looking at b**hes Feel like im brainwashed To finally [?] Caught 8 bodys in four weeks im on fire Cuz I want you to cry Im k**in your gleam Im sending your team They k**in for me Just like saddom Hussein Just offered your head Its on my camera phone You can't picture me dead Am I christian or m**m Or just addicted to husslin My daddy don't love me Mama fightin an fussin Now im choppin the rocks n***as pockets on sow ell Man im pimpin them hoes Givin the new pistols to hoes Graduated from [?] Rappin for waves of people Ya I want you to cry , ya look at me cookin that ether Rollin down your block, 3 deep , got my pistol in my lap See me underneath the sink I ain't come to die, I ain't come to talk , boy I came to see you cry Let me see you off Now cry, cry, cry, cry,cry, n***a cry, cry, cry So we back in the game Back on the dock Port of miami, blood hound for the rock Im getting that money n***as trackin to k** us Get on my own k**as Get my own n***as to k**em Im spending new money So don't bother my b**h Im getting j**el money You n***as ain't n***a rich Im in the yacht See me im talkin fifty feet Don't talk cars, b**h I got fifty fleets Im in the han ron? Witnesses takin the fire Ain't no snitchin my brother Its called you takin the dive They shootin at me, so im shootin at them Im shootin the locus, im shootin to win The winner is me, I want you to cry, I want you to scream , just want you to die I want you to fly, I need a prayer, when im satisfied, just to live another day Rollin down your block, 3 deep , got my pistol in my lap See me underneath the sink I ain't come to die, I ain't come to talk , boy I came to see you cry Let me see you off Now cry, cry, cry, cry,cry, n***a cry, cry, cry Im mentioned for k**in Got your name on my list Ya im bumpin your crib, im f**in your b**h I put her to sleep, then I think of myself Call in evil things that I can do in my wealth Is that a b**h, im getting work, I never spare a b**h You getting murdered, in bloody gloves, with bloody shirt Tiger in my eyes, b**h you know who done the dirt When I left I had a whole hundred in the magizine Now there none in the magizine It was a guy so he died at least a hundred time Looked him in his eyes right before I made him cry