Think She Startin To Cry I Almost Made It I Said What I Had To Say And She Know I Hate It Cuz It Makes Me What To Stay When She Cry Cry Cry Cry Cry I
starting to Cry Cry I almost made it I said what I had to say and she knows I hate it cuz it makes me want to stay When she Cry Cry Cry Cry Cry I made
I'm sorry), I won't break your heart no more (Cry), won't break your heart no more (Cry), so baby I might cry, I might cry, I just might cry, (oh, o oh
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wanna cry. I wanna cry, why? I don't know why. I wanna cry, If you don't mind. I wanna cry, it doesn't matter why. I wanna cry, for you, for us. I wanna cry
Are you prepared for whats to come Sentenced to face the execution Cannon will aim right for your face Precise and true the execution tank The execution tank
Like a fake ass soldier thinkin that they hard like Bogus With a fat chip on his shoulders When you see the Chevy come around the corner Betta cry, let
ain't even got to ask) Would you die for me? (nigga, they blast you, they blast me) Would you cry for me? (shit, when I die I don't cry for me, just keep
fuck out the way Never lovin no bitch, I won't live cause I'm rich 3rd ward I represent, yea I'm bleedin for this I wear my tank with pride, ain't no
stone you had to touch it Rolled 'em over, look what you found, now you disgusted But before I leave, look me in my eye Don't cry, never lie.. [Chorus
Two thousand miles of blacktop One hundred medium coffee cups Seven lonely sunsets that Could almost make you cry Late night gospels on the radio Haven
Chant: We need a think tank I'm thinking We need a think tank I'm thinking Verse 1: With tender smile, we bless a child with love and light, and patron
in your reading light I slept off all the signals and got fuck-all for warning I wish I was back in the drunk tank drowning Every new morning You'd cry
go choke your kin Broke, I leave most of them, slow, I keep my motionin' Eye on the prize I silence the wise, my lyrics make a scientist cry Making a
on a prom night, Just get the fuck, don't come back until your rhymes tight, Verbal assassin pluggin' these bitches up like targets, Don't cry now, just
Bocephus never looked so good on a tank top As he does tied up in a knot right above your mini skirt Baby those boots look like the kind that could find
the whorgey but it's more to the story her daughter applaud me [chorus: Nicole Wray] we in the zone our soldiers like to stand by, never alone we 'bout to make the Jones'cry
