Army Of The Pharaohs - Don't Cry Lyrics
[Verse 1: Doap Nixon]The first time I heard rap I was so gased'Cause back then, you could make an album with no cashBut now adays everybody is so coolYou got niggas dropping out of school to learn pro toolsAnd this is all factsI had to learn how to fall backAnd stop wasting my time with small catsThey'll have you caught up in beef that you'll get killed forOr caught up in the current, my nigga, that you ain't built forAnd young jewels, getting loose with the coochNot understanding everything in this life started with you butI know this life is getting kind scareyWhen you only here you secondaryMan, you most necessaryAnd AOTP family is too strongWe hold our head high'Cause it's been down for to longAnd once you get it, don't get it and boastJust do the knowledge, the greater the trial the greater the growthMan up[Verse 2: Planetary]Don't cry when the struggle aprochesKeep your self at arms reachAway from haters and jokersWhen it's time to be a manMake your plan and face itThings are gonna get betterOnce you get out of the basementThe struggle onlyIt lasts if you let itThe only way to overcome itIs to shuffle through the negativesIt's the positives that allow you to proceed promptlyTo react on impuslesAnd show your results calmlyTake it from a man that'll do for his familyMore Vinnie do for Celph, (the line is: More then he do for (him)self)Who else could understand meThe streets are watching so the option is yoursThe only way to make an effectIs ride for the cause my nigga[Chorus: Doap Nixon]We gotta hang on, shorties is giving up,The hoods broke, 'cause the government don't give a *****Don't waste your whole life trying to get chedderHold your head high and don't cry, shortie it gets betterDon't live everyday rain and hand's helpThis is grown man shit, put in work for your damn selfDon't waste your whole life trying to get chedderHold your head high and don't cry, homie it gets better[Verse 3: Demoz]I'm coming from a broken homeBloody tears no camerasNo footage of dad *****ing with grandmaAnd now my daughter get larger by the minuteAsking question like "where my daddy?" I tell herBaby, in this life we live, there's a life to giveTo a upperhand, maybe pretty soon you'll understand thatI took a sip of your Bacardi my nigga (Oops)I was 12, you were mad, look, I'm sorry my niggaAnd thanks for the party my nigga,You threw for my birthday at parksNothing with ever break us apartNow I'm much bigger, life is much clearerPerks have been abused dumbing zanis in my syrup[Percocet abusin dumping xannies in my syrup]'Till I've been in the grammys with a Shakira look alikeHopes she's right, I don't wanna be a crip tonight...Nope, hope a major label looks tonight'Cause I don't wanna have to strong arm you and your book on tight[Verse 4: Vinnie Paz]Call it the hood a gutter,'Cause all they looking for is a good motherBut it ain't none of them left,They took the good from 'emIt ain't safe no more, the street is VietnamThe older guardsTrying to keep it calmThe streets rought out here, it's tought out hereAnd young boys they don't give a ***** out here (Damn)But the government the one who put the crack in hoodsWe gonna start a revolution, take it back for goodAnd I don't give a motha***** about the policeThey the reason every single ghetto having no peaceThey putting poison in the waterI don't know whyThis is for the little shortiesHold your head and don't cryChorus
