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Gambino Family
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Don't Cry
[Fiend talking] Yo, Yo What's up to all my muthafuck soldiers, My thugs, my warriors, my survivors out there It's Fiend excited private wit' see-muthafuckin' 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 Nigga, don't wine now We'll make it that yo people can't identify yo ass now
[Fiend] Launched n missiles And grams and pistols Blastin' these things that whistle
Burnin' up shits you And fuck 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 niggas 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 Nigga dodgin' tha FEDz They rather see me n a cell
Nigga trapped n jail I make bail And me and Pheno raisin' hell
[Q.B.] I represent Uptown Make that wrong move you get bucked down Dude, fuck now Q.B. on that buck round
No hesitation, no status Pack a nine automatic And to pull a bullet to n yo family Niggaz don't really want to see us rhyme
We puttin' niggaz on that news and givin' 'em motherfucking t.v time Respect that name and that authority And a nigga barged n tha same room so nigga naw wit' us uh Q motherfucking B, we would never run
We back shit Bitch niggaz get they back twisted We crack shit Niggaz need to get they fuckin' practice Don't fuck wit' my crew and let us snatch this
[Magic] I'm goin' raise hell motherfucker 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
Bitch nigga, don't wine now 'Cause I'm all up n you're shit And you figure, you 'BOUT TO DIE! Hold on, wait a minute, I smell pussy
Still wet behind that ears, lil' boy you still a fuckin' wookie You messin' wit' a hard hitta (automatics shooting) You feel me nigger!
[Chorus: x4]
[C-Murder] They label me a crazy muthafucka wit no hesitation I'm a blast wit' a sawed off strip, to a niggaz ambition I'm Bossalinie And I roll wit' these TRU thugs
Givin' niggaz meanmugs From tha ghetto I get much love Ain't no motherfuckin' crosses Wit' all these crime bosses
Nigga, Nigga, make a move I'll have you sleepin' wit' dead dudes My tattoos, represent my identity It reveals that hard-will of a hard-kill nigga 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 nigga flinched, when my motherfuckin' gun went 'POW' You heartless motherfucker, don't cry now
[Chorus: x6]
[Fiend talking again] There, you motherfucking have it Some of that youngest hard niggas and that motherfucking 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 ass now
hahaha... Take me out this motherfucker
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