Artist: Rick Ross Album: Cry (S) Song: Cry Typed by: AZ Lyrics Lord forgive me for my sins But may I strike down an get vengeance Murder my homeboy, Why you doin like that Niggas getting churched up, Time for the get back Found him last night, four shots in his back no leads to the case, Triple C's will handle that, Just bought a new swo? In the streets I'm sworn Its time for the murder ride, all on board Give me them sticks, s-k, s-k's, m-11's When tha hammer fall Dats for the trigger pull Another maggot falls Split down in beu ? What do witness's witness? Plus we handle my biznesss Another clip of snitches While they looking at bitches Feel like I'm brainwashed To finally ? Caught 8 bodys in four weeks I'm on fire Cuz I want you to cry I'm killin your gleam I'm sending your team They killin for me Just like saddom Hussein Just offered your head Its on my camera phone You cant picture me dead Am I christian or muslim Or just addicted to husslin My daddy don't love me Mama fightin an fussin Now I'm choppin the rocks Niggas pockets on sow ell Man I'm pimpin them hoes Givin the new pistols to hoes Graduated from ? Rappin for waves of people Ya I want you to cry , ya look at me cookin that ether Rollin down your block, 3 deep , got my pistol in my lap See me underneath the sink I aint come to die, I aint come to talk , boy I came to see you cry Let me see you off Now cry, cry, cry, cry,cry, nigga cry, cry, cry So we back in the game Back on the dock Port of miami, blood hound for the rock Im getting that money Niggas trackin to kill us Get on my own killas Get my own niggas to killem I'm spending new money So don't bother my bitch I'm getting jewel money You niggas aint nigga rich I'm in the yacht See me I'm talkin fifty feet don't talk cars, bitch I got fifty fleets I'm in the han ron? Witnesses takin the fire Aint no snitchin my brother Its called you takin the dive They shootin at me, so I'm shootin at them I'm shootin the locus, I'm shootin to win The winner is me, I want you to cry, I want you to scream, just want you to die I want you to fly, I need a prayer, when I'm satisfied, just to live another day Rollin down your block, 3 deep, got my pistol in my lap See me underneath the sink I aint come to die, I aint come to talk, boy I came to see you cry Let me see you off Now cry, cry, cry, cry,cry, nigga cry, cry, cry I'm mentioned for killin Got your name on my list Ya I'm bumpin your crib, I'm fuckin your bitch I put her to sleep, then I think of myself Call in evil things that I can do in my wealth Is that a bitch, I'm getting work, I never spare a bitch You getting murdered, in bloody gloves, with bloody shirt Tiger in my eyes, bitch you know who done the dirt When I left I had a whole hundred in the magizine Now there none in the magizine It was a guy so he died at least a hundred time Looked him in his eyes right before I made him cry