Obie Trice

Obie Trice - Cry Now (Shady Remix) lyrics

(feat. Kuniva, Bobby Creekwater, Ca$his & Stat Quo)


Old mix

Back nigga

Second rounds on me



Stat quo

Bobby Creekwater

Obie Trice


Niggas didn't kill me

Now a niggas gon' get

Peel my cap back

I'm never at home

I'm somewhere

With my shaft restin' on a ho's tongue

Sippin on some Don perion

While she's sippin up them newborns

Yeah bet you hate the news holmes

You probably somewhere

Sittin' on the stoop huh

Sippin' on the 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 em turn performer

I transform into Uma Thurman

A dude's virgin

Verses lettin' superfulious

With no purpose nigga

Continue to walk this earth's surface

I was birthed for hip-hop

Branch out my services

Ya try to murder this nigga

That's comin' from the same turf as yas

What nerves have yas

Pissed because your hussles ain't worth a shit

I'm gettin' rich

I'm on my way to Hugh Hefner's


With a bitch

You in the trenches tryin' to reach it big

On another rapper's dick

Go on represent where you live

Know you annoyed

But don't make the mistake

I'm state to state in that Honda nigga

Not an accord

I'm in that Honda G4 you will never afford

And yup it's probably ease when a nigga is on board

I know

Cry now

I know

Cry now

I know

Cry now

Nigga cry now

I'll be damned if I let a nigga lay his hands on me

I'll lay his ass out

And park a grand dam on him

The city where the weak survive

And the strong die

Where beef collides

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

Niggas frontin' for a bitch

It's like you beggin' to die

Like bear huntin' with a switch

A part of my heart is gone

I could never smile the same

Trigger finger is itchy

It'll take awhile to tame

Detroit is hella dirty

But the dozen can fix it

Resist and the biscut will exceed the distance

And bounce off one's home

Hit and riquoche off a kid's trombone

Right to where you niggas lay

Obie can tell you that death is just a few inches away

Yall shed tears

But yall can get your feel of it today

I know

Cry now

I know

Cry now

I know

Cry now

Nigga cry now

Obie they gotta fuck with us this time nigga

Bobby Creek


Laugh now

Cry never

My bereta is a body part

Hit him with just enough shots

To make his body hard

Now I feel like we even

See Creek is here to shine a light on you niggas


Soon as I get my karma right on Lindsy Rose

I'm leavin'

Load up a clip

And make it dark on them heroes cheesin'

Shit they got snitches on the clock

Gotta watch what I'm sayin'

Me buy a bitch a couple rocks

And the watch quit playin'

Back on my greasy

My neezy

Nobody bread whippin

And for them fuckin' spectators

I brought the band with me

Halftime niggas

And grab pine

You will never grab mine nigga

The dolli's was lyin'

When he said you was gon' be fine nigga


Witness art of war

In the phyical

Since raw coke was rushed through my umbilical

And no words from cash mouth is fixin'

Ready with dope clips

I'm ever dissin'

My aura of war is raw to the core

The surface of the street

When I walk through the door

My purpose is to move up

Pull tools

You perpin'

Watch me overthrow the government

In my turban

Plot up and line up

Solo mia

Prayin' to proof

I'm searchin for Jerry Garcia

Talk to my brother

Gone in the streets of the D

I'm talkin' to K

And hopin' niggas waitin on me

Take the first shot then

The second rounds on me

And when the wars on the other side

Me and my brother ride

I don't rap for the plaques

My contracts signed just for scraps

To get you wack nigga

With a gun with a ? with a bat

Take a slug through the lung

Get you right what you rappin' nigga

I'm born crazy raised in more fame

It's the clappin' down bang

It's for entertainment

I know

Cry now

I know

Cry now

I know

Cry now

Nigga cry now

Young stack he the gat

On tuck

Want war

I don't give a fuck

Shot till you kiss

And pucker up

It'll lift em up

Believe me you'll flow

Duracell is your family heart broke

Lookin' like an artichoke


Ho's stiff

Nigga paralyzed from the neck down

My goon stick niggas

Turn soldiers to stick figures

Hand on triggers

Real life born killers

We roll out like four wheelers

God sent us

From backstabbers and gold diggers

Tipsy off brown liquor

Watch me


Broad call me cocky

Poppin' long dick

Stabbed it out the box like hockey

Especially when a bitch ride it like jockey

From the benz to the range to the black joloppy

I'm the shit

The only one who ain't heard is Foxy

Formalize a plan

No man can stop me

Ball all

Stat quo


Ya copy?

I know

Cry now

I know

Cry now

I know

Cry now

Nigga cry now


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