Текст (слова) песни: Gambino Family f Fiend, Q.B., Magic, C-M - 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` C-muthafuckin` 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
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 u
And fuck 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 niggas 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
Nigga dodgin` tha FEDz
They rather see me n a cell
Nigga 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, fuck now
Q.B. on tha buck round
No hesitation, no status
Pack a nine automatic
And to pull a bullet to n yo family
Niggaz don`t really wanna see us rhyme
We puttin` niggaz on tha news and givin` `em muthafuckin` t.v. time
Respect tha name n tha authority
And a nigga barged n tha same room so nigga naw wit` us uh
Q muthafuckin` 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 gon` raise hell muthafucka
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 killas and wigsplitters
And lots of dead bodies
I heard a twelve-year hit it
I`ve been trained by tha best
Bring yo cop killaz
And I won`t wear a vest
And u still facin` death
Don`t cry now
Bitch nigga, don`t wine now
Cuz I`m all up n ur shit
And u figure, U `BOUT TO DIE!
Hold on, wait a minute, I smell pussy
Still wet behind tha ears, lil boy u still a fuckin` wookie
U messin` wit` a hard hitta
(automatics shooting)
U FEEL ME NIGGA!!!!!

chorus 4X

[C-Murder]
They label me a crazy muthafucka wit no hesitation
I`ma 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 muthafuckin` crosses
Wit` all these crime bosses
Nigga, Nigga, make a move
I`ll have u sleepin` wit` dead dudes
My tattoos, represent my identity
It reveals tha hard-will of a hard-kill nigga that`s n me
My enemies on a rampage, tryn avoid my presence
Fearin` imediate death, 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 nigga flinched, when my muthafuckin` gun went "POW"
U heartless muthafucka, don`t cry now

chorus 6X

[Fiend talking again]
There, u muthafuckin have it
Some of tha youngest hard niggaz n tha muthafuckin` 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 ass now
HAHAHAHAAAAAAA
Take me out this muthafucka

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Gambino Family f Fiend, Q.B., Magic, C-M - 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` C-muthafuckin` 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 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 u And fuck 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 niggas 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 Nigga dodgin` tha FEDz They rather see me n a cell Nigga 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, fuck now Q.B. on tha buck round No hesitation, no status Pack a nine automatic And to pull a bullet to n yo family Niggaz don`t really wanna see us rhyme We puttin` niggaz on tha news and givin` `em muthafuckin` t.v. time Respect tha name n tha authority And a nigga barged n tha same room so nigga naw wit` us uh Q muthafuckin` 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 gon` raise hell muthafucka 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 killas and wigsplitters And lots of dead bodies I heard a twelve-year hit it I`ve been trained by tha best Bring yo cop killaz And I won`t wear a vest And u still facin` death Don`t cry now Bitch nigga, don`t wine now Cuz I`m all up n ur shit And u figure, U `BOUT TO DIE! Hold on, wait a minute, I smell pussy Still wet behind tha ears, lil boy u still a fuckin` wookie U messin` wit` a hard hitta (automatics shooting) U FEEL ME NIGGA!!!!! chorus 4X [C-Murder] They label me a crazy muthafucka wit no hesitation I`ma 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 muthafuckin` crosses Wit` all these crime bosses Nigga, Nigga, make a move I`ll have u sleepin` wit` dead dudes My tattoos, represent my identity It reveals tha hard-will of a hard-kill nigga that`s n me My enemies on a rampage, tryn avoid my presence Fearin` imediate death, 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 nigga flinched, when my muthafuckin` gun went "POW" U heartless muthafucka, don`t cry now chorus 6X [Fiend talking again] There, u muthafuckin have it Some of tha youngest hard niggaz n tha muthafuckin` 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 ass now HAHAHAHAAAAAAA Take me out this muthafucka Нравится песня? 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