Rick Ross Cry 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, TI´me for the get back,
Found hI´m 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,
It´s tI´me 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,
It´s on my camera phone,
You can´t picture me dead,
Am I christian or muslI´m,
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 pI´mpin 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 ain´t come to die, I aint
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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
I´m 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 ain´t 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,
Ain´t no snitchin my brother,
It´s 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 ain´t 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 tI´me,
Looked hI´m in his eyes right before I made hI´m cry
Lyrics: Cry, Rick Ross [end]