[Intro]
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"Crrrry"
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Dry ya face nigga (dry ya face nigga)
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Get it together (get it togheter)
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I ain't goin nowhere (nowhere)
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O. Trice (O. Trice)
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[Verse 1]
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Niggaz wanna kill me, till a nigga's done
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Wanna peel my cap back, see a nigga gun
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All because I rap actual facts on a song
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It's no fabrication, what's wrong (what's wrong)
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Slung crack to the day come (day come)
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But they don't wanna gimme that, say he fakin (fakin)
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Schoolcraft is the makin (makin)
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But God forsake 'em, they hate I'm great
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Servin them weight, to the Top 8 at 8
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You whether see him wait, momma hyperventilate
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Tuckin her son underneath the state (Michigan)
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Hip-Hop's my fate, since cassette tapes
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I've embraced what you know of, as this niggaz culture
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Put it in a choke hold, spoke as a soldier (soldier)
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Yea you provoke him, to pull up out his holster
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Leave you wit a visible ulcer, O gon' off ya
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Niggaz ought to when he lyrically off us
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All cause he salty, I'm rollin like a boss
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I don't follow nigga's course, I'm awkward
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My choice, Rock City is my voice
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The White Boy stepped down, so I will accept the crown
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Exceptional however, never let ya down
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Found my new niche, no more bricks
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So I'm pitchin 16's, verbally bitch
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[Chorus]
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"Crrrrrry now" Cry now
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"Crrrrrry now" Cry now
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"Crrrrrry now" Cry now
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"Crrrrrry now" Nigga cry now
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[Verse 2]
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Cry all you wanna, numero uno stunna
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Then snuck up on ya, Lord what has become of us
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The Boy hold the "D" down, like none other
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Up comin since slums, can't knock them mothafuckas
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So we, take shots at 'em, try to snuff 'em
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Rather see 'em suffer, then become one up on us
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Round the globe, promotin us hustlas
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The white boys cool, but refuse they brothers
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So we cock our tools, and shoot our own color
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This ain't Detroit Red, you won't (X) me out (Malcolm)
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My exodus, will never be from a violent outcome
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I turn Exorcist on niggaz wit extra clips
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Exit on my ethics, is no longer present
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X-rays show, I was this close to Heaven
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So for future reference, I stay this close to a weapon {click-clack}
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Who you testin, never said I was the best, never stressed it
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Don't make me get in my zone, I will own that whole note (fa sho')
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Metaphorically, for where I roam on chrome yo (fa sho')
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Detroit for niggaz that's slow, it's the O
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I was birthed wit Jehovah's hand on my soul
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[Chorus]
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"Crrrrrry now" Cry now
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"Crrrrrry now" Cry now
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"Crrrrrry now" Cry now
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"Crrrrrry now" Nigga cry now
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[Verse 3]
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Can't explain the gift; but my aim is to take
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What the streets gave my brain and spit
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And I ain't evaporate, I will remain the shit
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So ya lames that got a problem wit the game - tough tit
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Still in the same Range, windows fixed
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And I'm killin 'em come a-gain, that's as real as it gets
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Off ya, tryna make me depart ya, from my daughter
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Coffin's for you, and the nigga that brought ya
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The hatin start in ya, release from our father
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The people at the alter, saying ya better off
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You don't wanna see the demon come out of a human being
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Recent being the sience, and to him it's too extreme
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Catch me in the BM, like Tupac and them
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Or in that Tahoe like Christopher - NO
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Poppa gon' keep poppin Cris on you hoes
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And piss on those, who exist as my foes
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O rolls through shit, spittin cold flows
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Knows his business, I'll be missed if I go
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Who you know holdin the city on his shoulders
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Flow is ferocious, it's O shit, true vocalist - BITCH!
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[Chorus]
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"Crrrrrry now" Cry now
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"Crrrrrry now" Cry now
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"Crrrrrry now" Cry now
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"Crrrrrry now" Nigga cry now
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[Outro]
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"Crrrrrry now" [to fade]
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Cry Now
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Obie Trice |