Artist: The L.O.X. Album: Filthy America...It's Beautiful Song: Don't You Cry Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro: Sheek Louch] You come to New York you mention us! Styles Sheek 'Kiss!!! (D-BLOCK!!!! LOX Nigga!! Check them lyrics back then to right now! Old nigga new nigga, anybody can get it! [Verse One: Sheek Louch] I don't care what your new shit did, I'm a god (We Gods) You been on my dick since you was a kid And I ain't never fall off I got greater (NO DOUBT) Took it as constructive criticism instead of callin' you hater After that I made more hits, made more knocks (YOU KNOW IT!) While you was talkin' bout the LOX I had the Range on your block (WHERE YOU BEEN?!) While you was sleepin' on the floor, I was out on tour (HA HA!) Hittin' the stage gettin' head from some European whore I'm like please, girl, don't you cry Mama said 'trust nobody' before she died (WOO!) Count your money grab your gun before you go outside (YEAH!) If you see me with that mask bitch you better hide AY AY!!! (AY AY!!!) AY AY!!! (AY AY!!!) AY AY!!! (AY AY!!!) (CLIP UP!!!) What y’all niggas wan' do?! We smack niggas and leave welts Strip niggas for fake chains and fake belts!! AH!! [Chorus: Sheek Louch] (Jadakiss) Please, girl, don't you cry! (NAH!) AY AY!!! (AY AY!!!) AY AY!!! (AY AY!!!) AY AY!!! Please, girl, don't you cry! (NAH! UH UH!) AY AY!!! (AY AY!!!) AY AY!!! (EH HEH!!!) AY AY!!! [Verse Three: Jadakiss] Yeah! In the ranks they try to move up (I see 'em) Right now the game is sonically screwed up (YEAH!) Everybody bouncin' or they boo'd up (YEAH!) I squeeze my shit 'til the handles chewed up (WOO!) Straight insubordination (UH!!!) cocaine crusades heroin off vacations (HMMM!!!) Black tape on a old shotty (UH HUH!) My rap resume a wrap around your whole body (REAL TALK) Legend is a understatement (YEP!) 'Til they find your whole crew individually, under basements (GRRRR!!! You just run your block we run the nation (We Run it) Pistols in the air that's gun inflation (Uh!) If it ain't David or Shawn they under Jason (L.O.X.) The ability to get it usually comes with patience (Yep!) I got the G's on my side No women or kids so baby please don't cry WHAT! [Chorus: Sheek Louch] (Styles P) Please, girl, don't you cry! AY AY!!! AY AY!!! AY AY!!! Please, girl, don't you cry! AY AY!!! (AY AY!!!) AY AY!!! (AY AY!!!) AY AY!!! [Verse Three: Styles P] (*Sheek Louch) Bring in the gun in the Devil's den Think about heaven and hell, layin' his medicine Deep in the pen my brother's keeper that's evident Brothers got seeds to feed, no hesitants (Uh Uh!) Takes a village to raise a child (Yeah!) 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 leavin' a pal With a bunch of snake niggas that wasn't even allowed (Snake) Stay high cause a serpent can never hide in the cloud (Never) Please, girl don't you cry! (Please) I'm outside with my nine and my forty five (*AY AY!!!) AY AY!!! (*AY AY!!!) AY AY!!! (*AY AY!!!) Whattup though?!! Papaya colored Porsche won't be puff smoke shoot the face of a cut throat Now, I gotta hide and, call up my home like [Chorus: Sheek Louch] Please, girl, don't you cry! AY AY!!! AY AY!!! AY AY!!! Please, girl, don't you cry! AY AY!!! AY AY!!! AY AY!!!