Cry Babies (Oh No)

(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

I got people scared as f**k 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 frostin' like a flake and Ludacris feels great

Who want come face me, face come want who?

And women give me face until they're face turns blue

They can't breathe, d**k to mouth resuscitation

A tight squeeze witch stops the length to conversations

I Playstations, duck cops and lose agents

I'm Doctor Love, I close curtains and f**k patients

When I kick and rip and flip an indispensable rhyme

My b**s is so hungry I'll take a bite out of crime

And 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 home

You see I'm ambidextrous I slap ** 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 perfect

Bullseye, I stunt growth and stop lives

You run with n**s 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 Webber

Luda' will take you back to duck hunt and double dribble

When n**s 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 White

And the survey says?

(Kill a muthafucka now)

Could it be off with his head?

(Or shoot a muthafucka 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 home

I kick n**s in they're ** 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 Scrabble

You see I'm from a small town called fresh out a cop's **

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 cards

Catch me in Vegas spinnin' the green

I re-up with more chips than a vending machine

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

And you'll be at home picking your bougars and flicking 'em

A ** dealer's dream, so fresh and I'm so clean

I'm a grown ** man and you're sweeter than sixteen

So go and kick rocks peons you're just rookies

Headed down stairs 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