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Cry Babies (Oh No) Ft Scarface

(Oh no) I caught him with a blow to the chest

(Oh no) My hollow put a hole in his vest

(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome

(Oh no) Cry babies go home(Oh no) I caught him with a blow to the chest

(Oh no) My hollow put a hole in his vest

(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome

(Oh no) Cry babies go homeI got people scared as fuck like when condoms break

Or how your heart deals with eatin' eighty pounds of steak

So put your belly on a plate and watch your weight

You frosted like a flake and Ludacris feels great!Who want come face me, face come want who?

And women give me face 'til their face turns blue

They can't breathe, dick to mouth resuscitation

A tight squeeze what stops the lengthy conversationsI Playstations, duck cops and lose agents

I'm Doctor Love, I close curtains and fuck patients

When I kick and rip and flip an indispensable rhyme

My black ass is so hungry I'll take a bite out of crimeAnd it'll hurt if I swallow, but even more if I choke

Neighbors called the fire station off the blunt that I smoke

You see I crush cowards, funerals I'll send flowers

And I'm on the overpass flick pennies at rush hour(Oh no) I caught him with a blow to the chest

(Oh no) My hollow put a hole in his vest

(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome

(Oh no) Cry babies go home(Oh no) I caught him with a blow to the chest

(Oh no) My hollow put a hole in his vest

(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome

(Oh no) Cry babies go homeYou see I'm ambidextrous I slap ass with both hands

Delete your first steps, but I'll save the last dance

I just bought some new guns my mama said "it ain't worth it"

But I'm at the shooting range just 'cause practice makes perferctBullseye, I stunt growth and stop lives

You run with niggas that's more chicken then pot pies

Bok bok bok I'm shakin' your tale feathers

I got big balls, I'm a SAC King like Chris WebberLuda' take you back to duck hunt and double dribble

When niggas sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickels

My cars got big TVs and satellites

I got a Wheel of Fortune 'cause I flipped O's like Vanna WhiteAnd the survey says? (Kill a mutha fucka now)

Could it be off with his head? (Or shoot a mutha fucka down)

Ground round, ground chuck your ground beef

Bullets gather round then I shoot rounds around teeth(Oh no) I caught him with a blow to the chest

(Oh no) My hollow put a hole in his vest

(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome

(Oh no) Cry babies go home(Oh no) I caught him with a blow to the chest

(Oh no) My hollow put a hole in his vest

(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome

(Oh no) Cry babies go homeI kick niggas in their ass, reboot 'em like laptops

And they wouldn't even box if I gave 'em a flat top

You punks pucker and pout, bicker and babble

Now they all lost for words like I beat 'em in ScrabbleYou see I'm from a small town called "Fresh off a cop's ass"

Where Mr. Head-Potatoes are skinned they get mashed

I smell puss from fifty yards

Y'all not playin' with full decks as if I jacked out ya Jacks and left fifty cardsCatch me in Vegas spendin' the green

I re-up with more chips than a vending machine

Then you can catch me in Rome, mackin' some broads and sticking 'em

And you'll be at home picking your boogers and flicking 'emA drug dealer's dream, so fresh and I'm so clean

I'm a grown ass man and y'all are sweeter than sixteen

So go and kick rocks, peons, you're just rookies

Headed downstairs to get you some milk and cookies(Oh no) I caught him with a blow to the chest

(Oh no) My hollow put a hole in his vest

(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome

(Oh no) Cry babies go home(Oh no) I caught him with a blow to the chest

(Oh no) My hollow put a hole in his vest

(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome

(Oh no) Cry babies go home(Oh no) I caught him with a blow to the chest

(Oh no) My hollow put a hole in his vest

(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome

(Oh no) Cry babies go home(Oh no) I caught him with a blow to the chest

(Oh no) My hollow put a hole in his vest

(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome

(Oh no) Cry babies go home

Songwriters

CHRISTOPHER BRIAN BRIDGES, KASSEEM DEANPublished by

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