Cry Now (Edited) chords by Obie trice
Intro 1
Am
Em
Verse 1
Am
Niggas didn't kill me
Em
Now a niggas gon' get
Am
Peel my cap back
Em
I'm never at home
Am
I'm somewhere
Em
With my shaft restin' on
a ho's tongue
Sippin' Don Perignon
While she's sippin' up them newborns
Yeah bet you hate the news holmes
You probably somewhere
Sittin' on the stoop huh
Sippin' on a brew
Plottin' to pop me later huh
When will a hater learn
I'm too great on a song
Am
Em
I push weight on the corner
Am
Send weight to the coroner
Em
When courage make 'em turn performer
Am
Em
I transform into Uma Thurman
A dude's virgin
Verses lettin' a perilous nigga
With no purpose
Continue to walk this earth's surface
I was birthed for hip- hop
Branch out my services
Ya try to murder this nigga
That's comin' from the same turf as ya
What nerves of yous
Am
Pissed because your
Em
hussles ain't worth a shit
Am
I'm gettin' rich,
Em
I'm on my way to Hugh Hefner's
Am
Dig? With a bitch
Em
You in the trenches tryin' to reach it big
On another rapper's dick
Go on represent where you live
Know you annoyed
But don't make the mistake
I'm state to state in that Honda nigga
Not an Accord
I'm in that Honda
G4 you will never afford
And yup it's probably easy when
Am
a nigga is on board
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Verse 2
Em
Am
Cryyyyy now, cry now
Em
Am
Cryyyyy now, cry now
Em
Cryyyyy now, cry now
Cryyyyy now, nigga cry now
Verse 3
Em
I'll be damned if I let a nigga
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
Am
I done seen the worst of the worst,
Em
and what can be worse
Am
Than a verse about bullets
Em
dispersed up in your shirt
Am
The streets is like a curse,
Em
niggas frontin' for a bitch
It's like you beggin to die like
bear huntin with a switch
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
excede the distance
Am
And bounce off one's home,
Em
hit and ricochet
Am
Em
Off a kid's trombone right to
where you niggas lay
Am
Obie can tell you that death
Em
is just a few inches away
I shed tears but you can get your
fill of it today
Am
Verse 4
Em
Am
Em
Am
Em
Cryyyyy now
Cryyyyy now
Cryyyyy now
Cryyyyy now
Verse 5
Em
Laugh now, cry never,
my Beretta is a body part
Hit 'em with just enough shots
to make his body art
Now I feel like we even
See Creek is here to shine a light
on you niggas this evenin'
Soon as I get my call I'm right on
them zeros I'm leavin'
Load up a clip and make it dark on them
heroes I'm cheesin'
Shit they got snitches on the clock,
gotta watch what I sayin'
Me buy a bitch a couple rocks
in a watch? Quit playin'
Back on my grizzy my
Am
nizzy, nobody ran with me
Em
Am
And for them fuckin spectators I brought
Em
the band with me
Am
Halftime niggas,
Em
and grab pine you would never grab mine nigga
The doc was lyin' when he said
you gon' be fine nigga
Verse 6
Em
Witness the art of war, in the physical
Since raw coke was rushed
through my umbilical
And no words from
Ca$h mouth is fiction
Ready to throw clips if,
I'm never dissin you
Am
My aura awards raw to
Em
the core and the surface
Am
Em
Of the street, when I walk through the door,
my purpose
Am
Is to move up,
Em
pull tools you purp'in
Watch me overthrow the
government for my interpret
Plot of Bin Laden, soul of Mumia
I'm prayin' to Proof,
I'm searching for Jerry Garcia
Talk to my brother,
gone in the streets of the D
I'm totin' the K,
and hawk niggas waitin on me
Am
You take the first shot then,
Em
Second Round's on Me
And when you walk,
Am
Em
on the other side of me, and my brother ride
Am
I don't rap for the plaques
Em
My contract's signed just
for scratch to get you wacked
Nigga, with a gun,
with a shank, with a bat
Take a slug through the lung,
get it right, what you wack nigga
I'm born crazed deranged
and more famous
Than clappin' down bangers meant,
Am
for entertainment, geah
Verse 7
Em
Am
Cryyyyy now, cry now
Em
Am
Cryyyyy now, cry now
Em
Cryyyyy now, cry now
Verse 8
Cryyyyy now, nigga cry now
Em
Young Stat keep the gat on tuck
Want war, I don't give a fuck
Shot 'til you kiss, pucker up
It'll lift him up, believe me you'll float
The result is your family
heartbroke
Am
Lookin' like an artichoke vegetable,
Em
hold stiff
Am
Nigga paralyzed from the neck down,
Em
my goons stick niggas
Am
Turn soldiers to stick figures,
Em
hand on triggers
Real life, born killers,
we roll out like four- wheelers
God shill us,
from back- stabbers and goldiggers
Tipsy off brown liquor, watch me
Obnoxious, broads call me cocky
Poppy long dick Stat beat up
the box like hockey
Am
Especially when a bitch
Em
ride dick like jockeys
Am
From the Benz, to the Range,
Em
to the black jalopy
Am
I'm the shit, the only one who ain't
Em
heard is Foxy
Formalize the plan, no man can stop me
Boss hog, Stat Quo understand,
you copy?
Am
(You copy?)
Verse 9
Em
Am
Cryyyyy now, cry now
Em
Am
Cryyyyy now, cry now
Em
Cryyyyy now, cry now
Outro 1
Cryyyyy now, nigga cry now
Em
Cry Now (Edited)
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