Cry Now (Shady Remix)

[Tony Yayo] Shady, Shady, Shady[Intro: Obie Trice]OOOOOOOOOOOOO-MIIIIIIIIIX {"Cryyyy"}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![Obie Trice]Niggaz 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 hoe's tongue (word)Sippin Dom Perignon while she sippin up them newbornsYeah, 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 songI push weight on the corner, send weight to the coronerWhen courage make him turn performerI transform into Uma Therman, a dude's versionVerses lettin a 'perfluous nigga with no purpose (woo!)Continue to walk this earth's surfaceI was birthed in hip-hop, watch out my services (that's right)Yet, you tried to murder this nigga that's cominfrom 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 mistakeI'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 ease when a nigga is on board[Chorus: Obie Trice]{"Cryyyyy now"} Cry now{"Cryyyyy now"} Cry now{"Cryyyyy now"} Cry now{"Cryyyyy now"} Nigga cry now[Kuniva]I'll be damned if I let a nigga lay his hands on meI'll lay his ass out and park a Grand Am on himThe city where the weak survive and the strong dieWhere beef collide, shootouts happen and hit the wrong guyI done seen the worst of the worst - and what can be worsethan a verse about bullets dispersed up in your shirtThe streets is like a curse, niggaz frontin for a bitchIt's like you beggin to die like bear huntin with a switchA part of my heart is gone, I can never smile the sameTrigger finger is itchy, it'll take a while to tameDetroit is hella Dirty but the Dozen can fix itResist and a biscuit will excede the distanceAnd bounce off one's home, hit and ricochetOff a kid's trombone right to where you niggaz layObie can tell you that death is just a few inches awayI shed tears but you can get your fill of it today{"Cryyyyy now, cryyyyy now, cryyyyy now, cryyyyy now"}[Bobby Creekwater]Yo, Obie, they gonna fuck with us this time nigga (B-G-O-V)Uh, Bobby Creek, niggaLaugh now, cry never, my beretta is a body partHit 'em with just enough shots to make his body artNow I feel like we evenSee Creek is here to shine a light on you niggaz this eveninSoon as I get my call I'm right on them zeros I'm leavinLoad up a clip and make it dark on them heroes I'm cheesinShit they got snitches on the clock, gotta watch what I sayinMe buy a bitch a couple rocks in a watch? Quit playinBack on my grizzy my nizzy, nobody ran with meAnd for them fuckin spectators I brought the band with meHalftime niggaz, and grab pine you would never grab mine niggaThe doc was lyin when he said you gon' be fine nigga[Eminem] Ca$his![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 youMy aura awards raw to the core and the surfaceof the street, when I walk through the door, my purposeis to move up, pull towards you purp'inWatch me overthrow the government for my interpretPlot of Bin Laden, soul of MumiaI'm prayin to Proof, I'm +Searching for Jerry Garcia+Talk to my brother, gone in the streets of the DI'm totin the K, at hawk niggaz waitin on meYou take the first shot then, +Second Round's on Me+And when you walk, on the other side of me, and my brother rideI don't rap for the plaquesMy contract's signed just for scraps to get you wackedNigga, with a gun, with a shank, with a batTake a slug through the lung, get it right, what you wack niggaI'm born crazed deranged and more famousthan clappin down bangers meant, for entertainment, geah[Chorus][Stat Quo]Young Stat keep the gat on tuckWant war, I don't give a fuckShot 'til you kiss, pucker upIt'll lift him up, believe me you'll floatThe result is your family heartbroke (YEA!)Lookin like an artichoke vegetable, hold stiffNigga paralyzed from the neck down, my goons stick niggazTurn soldiers to stick figures, hand on triggersReal life, born killers, we roll out like four-wheelersGod shill us, from back-stabbers and goldiggersTipsy off brown liquor, watch meObnoxious, broads call me cockyPoppy long dick Stat beat up the box like hockeyEspecially when a bitch ride dick like jockeysFrom the Benz, to the Range, to the black jalopyI'm the shit, the only one who ain't heard is FoxyFormalize the plan, no man can stop meBoss hog, Stat Quo understand, you COPY?You COPY?[Chorus]{*sound of radio changing stations*}[Tony Yayo] Shady, Shady!{"A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Alchemist"}[Eminem] It's "The Re-Up!" {*echoes*}