Don't You Cry

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]

I don't care what your 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

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

Please, girl don't you cry

Please, girl don't you cry

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]

Yeah, in the ranks they tryna move up

Right now in 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 or 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

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

Please, girl don't you cry

Please, girl don't you cry

[Verse 3: Styles P]

Bringing the gan' in the Devil's den

Think about heaven and hell, lighting this medicine

Deeper than being my brothers keeper, that's evident

Brothers got seeds to feed, no hesitants

Takes a village to raise a child, grimey 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 when we puff smoke

Shoot the face of a cut throat

Now I gotta hide and

Call up my home like please girl don't you cry

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

Please, girl don't you cry

Please, girl don't you cry