paroles de chanson Don't Cry - Gambino Family
[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'
see-muthafuckin'
Murder,
Q.B.,
Gotti,
and
Mr.
Magic
When
we
hit
'em
we
hit
'em
hard
you
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
you
And
fuck
it
I
won't
miss
you
A
lethal
weapon
my
profession
500
G's
500
G's
that
put
inches
n
yo
life
Surrounded
by
500
please
Remember
n
grieves
That
solider
to
beez
With
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
these
Wearin'
some
black
chains
and
a
safety
Why
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:
x2]
Young
niggas
dyin'
n
my
city
And
I
ain't
showin'
no
pity
So
I'm
holdin'
my
head
Tryna
keep
from
an
early
grave
Known
as
that
"Path
that's
Laid"
Lord
forgive
me
simple
wayz
But
I
was
lost
and
that
game
Strapped
n,
through
these
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
tryna
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'
hell
[Q.B.]
I
represent
Uptown
Make
that
wrong
move
you
get
bucked
down
Dude,
fuck
now
Q.B.
on
that
buck
round
No
hesitation,
no
status
Pack
a
nine
automatic
And
to
pull
a
bullet
to
n
yo
family
Niggaz
don't
really
want
to
see
us
rhyme
We
puttin'
niggaz
on
that
news
and
givin'
'em
motherfucking
t.v
time
Respect
that
name
and
that
authority
And
a
nigga
barged
n
tha
same
room
so
nigga
naw
wit'
us
uh
Q
motherfucking
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
goin'
raise
hell
motherfucker
Hope
y'all
ready
for
me
I
can
move
with
that
night,
I
got
veins
on
my
teeth
I'm
from
that
9th
Ward
Home
of
that
killers
and
wig
splitters
And
lots
of
dead
bodies
I
heard
a
twelve-year
hit
it
I've
been
trained
by
that
best
Bring
yo
cop
killers
And
I
won't
wear
a
vest
And
you
still
facin'
death
Don't
cry
now
Bitch
nigga,
don't
wine
now
'Cause
I'm
all
up
n
you're
shit
And
you
figure,
you
'BOUT
TO
DIE!
Hold
on,
wait
a
minute,
I
smell
pussy
Still
wet
behind
that
ears,
lil'
boy
you
still
a
fuckin'
wookie
You
messin'
wit'
a
hard
hitta
(Automatics
shooting)
You
feel
me
nigger!
[Chorus:
x4]
[C-Murder]
They
label
me
a
crazy
muthafucka
wit
no
hesitation
I'm
a
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
motherfuckin'
crosses
Wit'
all
these
crime
bosses
Nigga,
Nigga,
make
a
move
I'll
have
you
sleepin'
wit'
dead
dudes
My
tattoos,
represent
my
identity
It
reveals
that
hard-will
of
a
hard-kill
nigga
that's
n
me
My
enemies
on
a
rampage,
tryin'
avoid
my
presence
Fearin'
immediate
death,
like
a
fateful
pheasant
N
my
kingdom,
only
strong
soldiers
live,
that's
that
law
Of
that
ghetto,
I
broke
my
hand
on
a
fool's
jaw
I'm
southpaw
Hand
to
Hand
combat,
it's
very
necessary
My
first
option,
is
fightin'
all
my
adversaries
That
nigga
flinched,
when
my
motherfuckin'
gun
went
"POW"
You
heartless
motherfucker,
don't
cry
now
[Chorus:
x6]
[Fiend
talking
again]
There,
you
motherfucking
have
it
Some
of
that
youngest
hard
niggas
and
that
motherfucking
world
Understand
this
here
Us
soldiers,
No
Limit
Soldiers
til'
tha
world
blow
up
Or
a
god
show
up
You
heard
me!
Don't
cry
now
If
yo
people
can't
identify
yo
ass
now
Hahaha...
Take
me
out
this
motherfucker
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