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Title:	Cry Now	Artist:	Obie Trice	Album:	Second Round's on Me
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Cry
Dry ya face nigga get it together
I aint goin nowhere “O” Trice
Niggaz wanna kill me ‘til a nigga’s done
Wanna peel my cap back see a nigga gone
All 'cause I rap actual facts on a song
It’s no fabrication what’s wrong
Slung crack ‘til the day come
But day don’t wanna gimme dat
Say fake 'cause Schoolcraft is the maker
But God forsake ‘um they hate I’m great
Servin’ ‘um wake to the top eight at eight
You rather see a wake
Mama how you ventilate
Tuck in her son underneath the state
Miss ya pops my fate since cassette tapes
I been brace whatcha know of as this nigga’s culture
Put it in a choke hold spoke as a soldier
Yet you provoke ‘um to pull up out his holster
Lead you with a visible arsa or go off
You niggaz ought to when he lyrically offers
All 'cause you salty I’m rollin’ like a boss
I don’t follow naggaz course I’m awkward
My choice rock city is my voice
The white boy stepped down
So I will accept the crown
Exceptional however never let you down
I Found my new niche no more bricks
So I’m pitchin’ 16’s verbally bitch

(Chorus)
Cry now, cry now
Cry now, cry now
Cry now, cry now

Nigga cry now
Cry all you wanna
Numero uno stunna done snuck up on ya
Lord what a become of us
The boy hold the “D” down like none other
Up come as the slums
Can’t knock the motherfucka
So we take shots at ‘um try to snuff ‘um
Rather see him suffer than become one up on us
Round the globe promotin’ us hustlers
The white boy’s cool but refuse that brother
So we cock our 2’s and shoot our own color
This aint deep straight red you wont X me out Malcom
My exodus will never be from a violent outcome
I turn exorcist on niggaz wit extra clips
Exit on my ethics is no longer present
X-rays show I was this close to heaven
So for future reference I stay this close to a weapon
Who you testin’ never said I was the best never stressed it
Don’t make me get in my zone
I will own that home though
Metaphorically from where I roam on chrome yo
Deep straight for niggaz that’s slow it’s the “O”
I was birthed with Jehovah’s hand on my soul

(Chorus)

Nigga cry now
Can’t explain the gift but my aim is to take
What the streets gave my brain and spit
And I aint evaporatin’ I will remain the shit
So you lame say got a problem with the game tough tit
You still in the same range window spits
And I’m killin’ ya come again that’s as real as it gets
Off ya tryin’ to make me departure from my daughter
Coffins for you and the nigga that brought ya
The hate ya startin’is released from my father
You people at the alter sayin’ you better off
you don’t wanna see the demon come out of a human being
reason bein the scenes from him is to extreme
catch me in the Bim like Tupac and them
in that Tahoe like Christopher… No
Papa gone keep poppin Cris on you hoes
And piss on those who exist as my foes
Old roads and shit to spittin’ cold flows
Knows his business I’d be missed if I go
Who you know holdin’ this city on his shoulders
Flow is ferocious it’s “O Shit”
True vocalist bitch

(Chorus out)