Don't You Cry Lyrics - The Lox

I don't care what you new shit 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' 

Momma said 'trust nobody' before she died 

Count your money, grab your gun before you go outside 

If you see me with that mask, bitch you better hide 

What y'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 

Please, girl don't you cry 

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Yeah, in the ranks they tryna move up 

Right now I'm the game sonically screwed up 

Everybody bouncing or they boo'd up 

I squeeze my shit 'til the handles chewed up 

Straight insubordination, cocaine crusades, heroin 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 

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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 Halal 

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 

Please, girl don't you cry