Cry Now (Shady Remix)
Shady, Shady, Shady
OOOOOOOO-MIIIIIIIIIX
Back nigga (dry ya face nigga)
"Second Round's on Me" (get it together)
Kuniva, Ca$his (I ain't goin nowhere)
Stat Quo, Bobby Creekwater (O. Trice) WHAT!
Niggas didn't kill me, now a nigga's gone (yeah)
Can't, peel my cap back, I'm never at home (ha!)
I'm somewhere, with my shaft restin on a ho's tongue (word)
Sippin Dom Perignon while she sippin up them newborns
Yeah, bet ya hate the news holmes (nigga!)
He probably somewhere, sippin on a stoop, huh?
Sippin on a brew, plottin to pop me later huh? (haha)
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 him turn performer
I transform into Uma Therman, a dude's version
Verses lettin a 'perfluous nigga with no purpose (woo!)
Continue to walk this earth's surface
I was birthed in hip-hop, watch out my services (that's right)
Yet, you tried to murder this nigga that's comin
From the same turf as you's (NIGGA) what nerve of you's (NIGGA)
Pissed cause your hustles ain't worth a shit (NIGGA!)
I'm gettin rich, I'm on my way to Hugh Hefner's, dig?
With a bitch you in the trenches tryin to reach it big (ah-ha!)
On another rapper's dick who don't represent where you live (DUMMY!)
Know you're annoyed but don't make the mistake
I'm state to state in that Honda nigga, not an Accord (woo)
I'm in that Honda G4 you would never afford (woo)
And yep, it's probably E's but a nigga is on board
Yo, Obie, they gonna fuck with us this time nigga (B-G-O-V)
Uh, Bobby Creek, nigga
Laugh now, cry never, my beretta is a body part
Hit 'em with just enough shots to make his body art
Now I feel like we even
See Creek is here to shine a light on you niggas this evenin
Soon as I get my call I'm right on them zeros I'm leavin
Load up a clip and make it dark on them heroes I'm cheesin
Shit they got snitches on the clock, gotta watch what I sayin
Me buy a bitch a couple rocks in a watch? Quit playin
Back on my grizzy my nizzy, nobody ran with me
And for them fuckin spectators I brought the band with me
Halftime niggas, and grab pine you would never grab mine nigga
The doc was lyin when he said you gon' be fine nigga
Ca$his!
Witness the art of war, in the physical (geah!)
Since raw coke was rushed through my umbilical (uhh c'mon)
And no words from Ca$h mouth is fiction (what?)
Ready to throw clips if, I'm never dissin you
My aura awards raw to the core and the surface
Of the street, when I walk through the door, my purpose
Is to move up, pull towards you purp'in
Watch me overthrow the government for my interpret
Plot of Bin Laden, soul of Mumia
I'm prayin to Proof, I'm Searching for Jerry Garcia
Talk to my brother, gone in the streets of the D
I'm totin the K, at hawk niggas waitin on me
You take the first shot then, Second Round's on Me
And when you walk, on the other side of me, and my brother ride
I don't rap for the plaques
My contract's signed just for scratch to get you wacked
Nigga, with a gun, with a shank, with a bat
Take a slug through the lung, get it right, what you wack nigga
I'm born crazed deranged and more famous
Than clappin down bangers meant, for entertainment, geah
It's "The Re-Up!"
