Don`t Cry lyrics

Artist  : Game 
Song : Don`t Cry



 Send "Don`t Cry" Ringtone to your Cell 

 Amayah wake up baby

I know you're sleepin', but daddy's home now

Pictures gettin' old, my lil' girl lookin' grown
now

Your mom's said you're talkin' on your own,
walkin' on your own now

Run across the kitchen floor in them baby
drawers



I sent you from off tour and I miss you when I
was tourin'

Smilin' at them baby pictures, so happy, tears
pourin'

God, how can somethin' so beautiful come from
me?

After the gunshots, thought you was done with
me



But I know, I'm livin' now, why you made me put
the guns down?

Pick up the mic, start rappin' for a living
now

My sun, my moon, my stars, my earth

My wind, my fire, my life, my baby



Tryin' to make your moms life ya must be crazy,
fussin' and fightin'

I know she love me 'cause you looks just like
me

Day you came into this world, I was so excited

Eleven twenty one, double zero, my baby girl is
here



Yo, yo, you see this rap shit, I do it for you

And the first time I heard your voice

I prayed to God it had to be true

Got a son now, cuttin' the game, stoppin' the
bullshit

Remember



Yo, yo, you see this rap shit, I do it for you

And the first time I heard your voice

I prayed to God it had to be true

Got a son now, cuttin' the game, stoppin' the
bullshit

The bullshit



Yo, yo, you see this rap shit, I do it for you

And the first time I heard your voice

I prayed to God it had to be true

Got a son now, cuttin' the game, stoppin' the
bullshit



Remember eyein' your enemy, can you pull quick

Dipped out Cali, came back, snatched my son

My girl moms and I moved out Maui

Yeah, your pop's gone bananas, seen wild went
hard

Bigger house, wider yard, nappy with the crash
bar



Off that hersh', shit you stupid, you ain't no
dad nigga

Takin' your black ass to court for all you have
nigga

You see me and your moms, that's another topic

Ain't no whip in this world with a price you
can't cop it



Press rewind, you didn't hear me right

It's a lesson to the song, I'm tryin' to steer
you right

Just remember your father taught you to go
home

Never sing that sad song, don't cry



Just remember your father taught you to go
home

Never sing that sad song, don't cry

Just remember your father taught you to go
home

Never sing that sad song, don't cry



Huh, daddy ain't gon' preach to you

I'ma let your moms school you

Don't let the streets fool you

Streets'll do you, that's why I'm talkin' to
you



Yeah, you see these niggaz out here

Have you stressin' by the hour

Never turn your back

On your foes them dudes cowards



Some days sweet, and some sour

But we gon' make it together

The world is ours, and you're my flower

If it's ice, you can get that model chicks hit

Never stress about the downfalls, just 'bout the
get back



And I ain't sayin' sex is wrong

Just make sure he strap a condom on

And never, ever do it in your mother's home



Yeah, never call a girl a bitch

Show respect, son, pop ya collar

Ain't nothin' free, scrape and lock every
dollar



And I will leave you with this

My lil' angel, daddy loves you

How I'd die for you, cry for you, ride for you

Yeah, switchin' handles like you breakin' a
zone

Candy paint impala on the golden bridge, bouncin'
on chrome