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gambino family - don't cry lyrics
[fiend talking]
yo, yo
what’s up to all my m-th-f-ck soldiers,
my thugs, my warriors, my survivors out there
it’s fiend excited private wit’ see-m-th-f-ckin’ murder,
q.b., gotti, and mr. magic
when we hit ’em we hit ’em hard you heard me
chorus [fiend] 2x
don’t cry now
n-gg-, don’t wine now
we’ll make it that yo people can’t identify yo -ss now
[fiend]
launched n missiles
and grams and pistols
blastin’ these things that whistle
burnin’ up sh-ts you
and f-ck it i won’t miss you
a lethal weapon my profession
500 g’s
500 g’s that put inches n yo life
surrounded by 500 please
remember n grieves
that solider to beez
with a fro
i beents out smokin’ trees
hit tha z’s
made ’em breeze
and blow to they knees
ran over interstreets
by a tank on d’s
i stank these
wearin’ some black chains and a safety
why can’t we just get along
i’m gettyon jones
i’m known
for breakin’ bones
believin’ that i ain’t wrong
introducin’ yo shows
and a strong whomp! whomp!
[chorus: x2]
young n-gg-s dyin’ n my city
and i ain’t showin’ no pity
so i’m holdin’ my head
tryna keep from an early grave
known as that “path that’s laid”
lord forgive me simple wayz
but i was lost and that game
strapped n, through these tryflin’ streets
knowin’ that tha “breed of life” might bury me
but i ain’t worried, i’m holdin’ chrome
protectin’ my dome
i’m trapped n a storm
catched these folks that tryna do me home
wit’ crisis over my head
n-gg- dodgin’ tha fedz
they rather see me n a cell
n-gg- trapped n jail
i make bail
and me and pheno raisin’ h-ll
[q.b.]
i represent uptown
make that wrong move you get bucked down
dude, f-ck now
q.b. on that buck round
no hesitation, no status
pack a nine automatic
and to pull a bullet to n yo family
n-gg-z don’t really want to see us rhyme
we puttin’ n-gg-z on that news and givin’ ’em motherf-cking t.v time
respect that name and that authority
and a n-gg- barged n tha same room so n-gg- naw wit’ us uh
q motherf-cking b, we would never run
we back sh-t
b-tch n-gg-z get they back twisted
we crack sh-t
n-gg-z need to get they f-ckin’ practice
don’t f-ck wit’ my crew and let us sn-tch this
[magic]
i’m goin’ raise h-ll motherf-cker
hope y’all ready for me
i can move with that night, i got veins on my teeth
i’m from that 9th ward
home of that killers and wig splitters
and lots of dead bodies
i heard a twelve-year hit it
i’ve been trained by that best
bring yo cop killers
and i won’t wear a vest
and you still facin’ death
don’t cry now
b-tch n-gg-, don’t wine now
’cause i’m all up n you’re sh-t
and you figure, you ’bout to die!
hold on, wait a minute, i smell p-ssy
still wet behind that ears, lil’ boy you still a f-ckin’ wookie
you messin’ wit’ a hard hitta
(automatics shooting)
you feel me n-gg-r!
[chorus: x4]
[c-murder]
they label me a crazy m-th-f-cka wit no hesitation
i’m a blast wit’ a sawed off strip, to a n-gg-z ambition
i’m bossalinie
and i roll wit’ these tru thugs
givin’ n-gg-z meanmugs
from tha ghetto i get much love
ain’t no motherf-ckin’ crosses
wit’ all these crime bosses
n-gg-, n-gg-, make a move
i’ll have you sleepin’ wit’ dead dudes
my tattoos, represent my ident-ty
it reveals that hard-will of a hard-kill n-gg- that’s n me
my enemies on a rampage, tryin’ avoid my presence
fearin’ immediate death, like a fateful pheasant
n my kingdom, only strong soldiers live, that’s that law
of that ghetto, i broke my hand on a fool’s jaw
i’m southpaw
hand to hand combat, it’s very necessary
my first option, is fightin’ all my adversaries
that n-gg- flinched, when my motherf-ckin’ gun went “pow”
you heartless motherf-cker, don’t cry now
[chorus: x6]
[fiend talking again]
there, you motherf-cking have it
some of that youngest hard n-gg-s and that motherf-cking world
understand this here
us soldiers, no limit soldiers til’ tha world blow up
or a god show up
you heard me!
don’t cry now
if yo people can’t identify yo -ss now
hahaha…
take me out this motherf-cker
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