Listen to Cry Now (Shady Remix) by Obie Trice, Kuniva, Bobby Creekwater, Ca$his & Stat Quo

Cry Now (Shady Remix)

Obie Trice, Kuniva, Bobby Creekwater, Ca$his & Stat Quo

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Obie Trice

Vocals

Kuniva

Vocals

Bobby Creekwater

Bobby Creekwater

Vocals

Ca$his

Vocals

Stat Quo

Vocals

Bobby "Blue" Bland

Bobby "Blue" Bland

Sampled Artist

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Obie Trice

Songwriter

Don D. Robey

Songwriter

Von Carlisle

Songwriter

Stanley Benton

Songwriter

Dante Rogers

Songwriter

J Scott

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Witt & Pep

Producer

Tony Campana

Additional Engineer

Brian Gardner

Mastering Engineer

Eminem

Executive Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

**** didn't kill me, now a ****'s gon' get

Peel my cap back, I'm never at home

I'm somewhere with my shaft resting on a ho's tongue

Sipping Don Pérignon while she's sipping up them newborns

[Verse 2]

Yeah, bet you hate the news, homes

You probably somewhere sitting on the stoop, huh?

Sipping on a brew, plotting to pop me later, huh?

When will a hater learn? I'm too great on a song

[Verse 3]

I push weight on the corner, send weight to the coroner

When courage make 'em turn performer

I transform into Uma Thurman, a dude's version

Verses letting a 'perfluous **** with no purpose

Continue to walk this Earth's surface

[Verse 4]

I was birthed for hip-hop, brought y'all my services

Yet, you try to murder this **** that's coming from the same turf as ya's

What nerve of yous

Pissed because your hustles ain't worth a shit

[Verse 5]

I'm getting rich, I'm on my way to Hugh Hefner's, dig?

What a bitch, you in the trenches tryna reach it big

On another rapper's dick

Go on, represent where you live

[Verse 6]

Know you annoyed, but don't make the mistake

I'm state to state in that Honda, ****, not an Accord

I'm in that Honda G4 you would never afford

And yup, it's probably ease but a **** is on board

[Verse 7]

(Cry now) Cry now

(Cry now) Cry now

(Cry now) Cry now

(Cry now) ****, cry now

[Verse 8]

I'll be damned if I let a **** lay his hands on me

I'll lay his ass out and park a Grand Am on him

The city where the weak survive and the strong die

Where beef collide, shootouts happen and hit the wrong guy

[Verse 9]

I done seen the worst of the worst, and what can be worse

Than a verse about bullets dispersed up in your shirt?

These streets is like a curse, **** fronting for a bitch

It's like you begging to die, like bear hunting with a switch

[Verse 10]

A part of my heart is gone, I can never smile the same

Trigger finger is itchy, it'll take a while to tame

Detroit is hella dirty, but the dozen can fix it

Resist and a biscuit will exceed the distance

[Verse 11]

And bounce off one's home, hit and ricochet

Off a kid's trombone right to where you **** lay

Obie can tell you that death is just a few inches away

I shed tears but you can get your fill of it today

[Verse 12]

(Cry now) Yo, Obie

(Cry now) They gotta fuck with us, it's time, my ****

(Cry now) Uh

(Cry now) By the Creek

[Verse 13]

Laugh now, cry never, my Beretta is a body part

Hit him with just enough shots to make his body art

Now I feel like we're even

See, Creek is here to shine a light on you **** this evenin'

[Verse 14]

Soon as I get my karma right on them zeroes, I'm leaving

Load up a clip and make it dark on them heroes, I'm cheesing

Shit, they got snitches on the clock, gotta watch what I'm saying

Me buy a bitch a couple rocks in the watch? Quit playing

[Verse 15]

Back on my grizzy, my nizzy, nobody ran with me

And for them fucking spectators, I brought the band with me

Halftime, **** and grab pine, you would never grab mine, ****

The doc was lying when he said, you gon' be fine, ****

[Verse 16]

Witness the art of war in the physical

Since raw coke was rushed through my umbilical

And no words from Ca$his' mouth is fiction

Ready to throw clips if I'm ever dissing you

[Verse 17]

My aura awards , raw to the core, the surface

Of the street, when I walk through the door, my purpose

Is to move up, pull tools, you purp'ing

Watch me overthrow the government in my turban

[Verse 18]

Plot of Bin Laden, soul of Mumia

I'm praying to Proof, I'm searching for Jerry Garcia

Talk to my brother, gone in the streets of the D

I'm toting the K and hawk **** waiting on me

[Verse 19]

You take the first shot, then second round's on me

And when you walk on the other side of me and my brother ride

I don't rap for the plaques, my contract's signed

Just for scratch to get you whacked, ****

[Verse 20]

With a gun, with a shank, with a bat

Take a slug to the lung, get it right, what you at, ****?

I'm born crazed, deranged, and more famous

Clapping down bangers meant for entertainment, yeah

[Verse 21]

(Cry now) Cry now

(Cry now) Cry now

(Cry now) Cry now

(Cry now) ****, cry now

[Verse 22]

Young Stat, keep the gat on tuck

Want war, I don't give a fuck, shot till you kiss, pucker up

It'll lift him up, believe me, you'll float

The result is your family heart broke

[Verse 23]

Looking like an artichoke vegetable, hold stiff

**** paralyzed from the neck down, my goons stick ****

Turn soldiers to stick figures, hand on triggers

Real life born killers, we roll out like four-wheelers

[Verse 24]

God shield us from back-stabbers and gold diggers

Tipsy off brown liquor, watch me

Obnoxious, broads call me cocky

Poppy long dick, Stat beat up the box like hockey

[Verse 25]

Especially when a bitch ride dick like jockeys

From the Benz to the Range, to the black Jalopy

I'm the shit, the only one who ain't heard is Foxy

Formalize a plan, no man can stop me

Boss Hog, stat quo understand, you copy? (You copy?)

[Verse 26]

(Cry now) Cry now

(Cry now) Cry now

(Cry now) Cry now

(Cry now) ****, cry now

Written by: Antoine Rogers, Bryan Johnson, D. Campbell, Dewitt Moore, Don D. Robey, Joseph Scott, Larry Louis, Obie Trice, Ramone Johnson, Stanley Benton, Von Carlisle

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