Texty:
Brick Lace Cry On Me

shoulder ma' shoulder (Cry one me) And all I can give is ma' shoulder ma' shoulder ma' shoulder (Cry on me) Mm Mn To young to understand but, but'chu gotta hold on

shoulder ma' shoulder (Cry one me) And all I can give is ma' shoulder ma' shoulder ma' shoulder (Cry on me) Mm Mn To young to understand but, but'chu gotta hold on

shoulder ma' shoulder (Cry one me) And all I can give is ma' shoulder ma' shoulder ma' shoulder (Cry on me) Mm Mn To young to understand but, but'chu gotta hold on

that? Like they hustle backwards I smoke Blackwoods and Dutchies, ya can't touch me Try to rush me, slugs go, touchy-touchy You're bleedin' lovely, wit'chyo spirit above me Or beneath me

s just the half on my warpath Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater than the average playa hater, and spectators buy my CD twice; they see me in the streets

the grave And his lifetime about to be out Yet he slapped down some hundred-dollar bills on the bar And he yelled out "drinks on the house" Now nobody

One time You made me cry Be proud that I Remember My chin is sore The bruise is gone But the spot is tender Gave my hand a sister coy To Cotton Alley

Shine Mutherfuck da gates, stank Bitches gotta catch me, ask For da snake nigga please Don't test me Til' da day they arrest me I'm huggin da block,

babys gone it's like me just wan fi cry Even if he did the run Yes me stay I go deny So when they throw me pon the stand Sit around and watch me a go