Don’t You Cry

Don't You Cry - The Lox

Written by：Sean Jacobs/David Styles/Jason Phillips/Paris Wells

I don't care what you new sh*t did I'm a God

You been on my dick since you was a kid

And I ain't never fall off I got greater

Took it as constructive criticism instead of calling you hater

After that I made more hits made more knocks

While you was talking bout the lox I had the range on your block

While you was sleeping on the floor I was out on tour

Hittin' the stage getting head from some European whore

I'm like please girl don't you cry

Mamma said trust nobody before she died

Count your money grab your gun before you go outside

If you see me with that mask b**ch you better hide

What all niggas wanna do

We smack niggas and leave welts

Strip niggas for fake chains and fake belts

Please girl don't you cry

Please girl don't you cry

Yeah in the ranks they try move up

Right now I'm the game sonically screwed up

Everybody bouncing or they boo'd up

I squeeze my sh*t 'til the handles chewed up

Straight insubordination coc*ine crusades h****n off vacations

Black tape on a old shotty

My rap resume a wrap around your whole body

Legend is a understatement

Til they find your whole crew individually under basements

You just run your block we run the nation

Pistols in the air that's gun inflation

If it ain't David and Shawn they under Jason

The ability to get it usually comes with patience

I got the G's on my side

No women or kids so baby please don't cry

Please girl don't you cry

Please girl don't you cry

Bringing the gun in the devils den

Think about heaven in hell laying his medicine

Deep in the my brothers keep the desert evident

Brothers got seeds to feed no hesitants

Takes a village to raise a child

Rainy niggas to raise a foul

I was eating niggas food but none of it was for h***l

You don't like me you can get in the line leaving a pal

With a bunch of snake niggas that wasn't even allowed

Stay high cause a serpent can never hide in the cloud

Please girl don't you cry

I'm outside with my 9 and my 45

Papaya colored Porsche won't be puff smoke

Shoot the face of a cut throat

Now I gotta hide in

Call my home in like please girl don't you cry

Please girl don't you cry