Mr. Magic - Don't Cry lyrics

[Fiend talking] Yo, Yo What's up to all my muthaf** soldiers My thugs, my warriors, my survivors out there It's Fiend excited private wit' C-muthaf**in' Murder Q.B., Gotti, and Mr. Magic When we hit 'em we hit 'em hard u heard me Chorus [Fiend] 2X Don't cry now n***a, don't wine now We'll make it that yo people can't identify yo a** now [Fiend] Launched n missiles And grams and pistols Blastin' these things that whistle Burnin' up sh**s u And f** it I won't miss u A lethal weapon my profession 500 G's 500 G's that put inches n yo life Surounded by 500 please Remember n grieves Tha solider to beez Wit' 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 theese Wearin' some black chains and a safety Y 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 2X [Gotti] Young n***as dyin' n my city And I ain't showin' no pity So I'm holdin' my head Trynna keep from an early grave Known as tha "Path that's Laid" Lord forgive me simple wayz But I was lost n tha game Strapped n, through theese 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 trynna do me home Wit' crisis over my head n***a dodgin' tha FEDz They rather see me n a cell n***a trapped n jail I make bail And me and Pheno raisin' hellllllllll [Q.B.] I represent Uptown Make tha wrong move u get bucked down Dude, f** now Q.B. on tha buck round No hesitation, no status Pack a nine automatic And to pull a bullet to n yo family n***as don't really wanna see us rhyme We puttin' n***as on tha news and givin' 'em muthaf**in' t.v. time Respect tha name n tha authority And a n***a barged n tha same room so n***a naw wit' us uh Q muthaf**in' B we would never run We back sh** b**h n***as get they back twisted We crack sh** n***as need to get they f**in' practice Don't f** wit' my crew and let us snatch this [Magic] I'm gon' raise hell muthaf**a Hope ya'll ready for me I can move wit' tha nite, I got veins on my teeth I'm from tha 9th Ward Home of tha k**as and wigsplitters And lots of dead bodies I heard a twelve-year hit it I've been trained by tha best Bring yo cop k**az And I won't wear a vest And u still facin' d**h Don't cry now b**h n***a, don't wine now Cuz I'm all up n ur sh** And u figure, U 'BOUT TO DIE! Hold on, wait a minute, I smell p**y Still wet behind tha ears, lil boy u still a f**in' wookie U messin' wit' a hard hitta (automatics shooting) U FEEL ME ni**a!!!!! Chorus 4X [C-Murder] They label me a crazy muthaf**a wit no hesitation I'ma blast wit' a sawed off strip, to a n***as ambition I'm Bossalinie And I roll wit' these TRU thugs Givin' n***as meanmugs ]From tha ghetto I get much love Ain't no muthaf**in' crosses Wit' all these crime bosses n***a, n***a, make a move I'll have u sleepin' wit' dead dudes My tattoos, represent my identity It reveals tha hard-will of a hard-k** n***a that's n me My enemies on a rampage, tryn avoid my presence Fearin' imediate d**h, like a fateful pheasant N my kingdom, only strong soldiers live, that's tha law Of tha ghetto, I broke my hand on a fool's jaw I'm southpaw Hand to Hand combat, it's very neccesary My first option, is fightin' all my advercaries That n***a flinched, when my muthaf**in' gun went "POW" U heartless muthaf**a, don't cry now Chorus 6X [Fiend talking again] There, u muthaf**in have it Some of tha youngest hard n***as n tha muthaf**in' world Understand this here Us soldiers, No Limit Soldiers til' tha world blow up Or a god show up U HEARD ME!!!!!! Don't cry now If yo people can't identify yo a** now HAHAHAHAAAAAAA Take me out this muthaf**a