2. qb is a band from Croatia, Zagreb which main idea is playing fully improvised music. Although most of the time music is influenced by heavy metal sound we like all kinds of music ..
don't cry
QB Lyrics
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Yo, Yo
What's up to all my muthafuck soldiers,
My thugs, my warriors, my survivors out there
It's Fiend excited private wit' see-muthafuckin' Murder,
Q.B., Gotti, and Mr. Magic
When we hit 'em we hit 'em hard you heard me
Don't cry now
Nigga, don't wine now
We'll make it that yo people can't identify yo ass now
[Fiend]
Launched n missiles
And grams and pistols
Blastin' these things that whistle
Burnin' up shits you
And fuck it I won't miss you
A lethal weapon my profession
500 G's
500 G's that put inches n yo life
Surrounded by 500 please
Remember n grieves
That solider to beez
With a fro
I beents out smokin' trees
Hit tha Z's
Made 'em breeze
And blow to they knees
Ran over interstreets
By a tank on D's
I stank these
Wearin' some black chains and a safety
Why can't we just get along
I'm gettyon Jones
I'm known
For breakin' bones
Believin' that I ain't wrong
Introducin' yo shows
And a strong Whomp! Whomp!
[Chorus: x2]
Young niggas dyin' n my city
And I ain't showin' no pity
So I'm holdin' my head
Tryna keep from an early grave
Known as that "Path that's Laid"
Lord forgive me simple wayz
But I was lost and that game
Strapped n, through these tryflin' streets
Knowin' that tha "Breed of Life" might bury me
But I ain't worried, I'm holdin' chrome
Protectin' my dome
I'm trapped n a storm
Catched these folks that tryna do me home
Wit' crisis over my head
Nigga dodgin' tha FEDz
They rather see me n a cell
Nigga trapped n jail
I make bail
And me and Pheno raisin' hell
[Q.B.]
I represent Uptown
Make that wrong move you get bucked down
Dude, fuck now
Q.B. on that buck round
No hesitation, no status
Pack a nine automatic
And to pull a bullet to n yo family
Niggaz don't really want to see us rhyme
We puttin' niggaz on that news and givin' 'em motherfucking t.v time
Respect that name and that authority
And a nigga barged n tha same room so nigga naw wit' us uh
Q motherfucking B, we would never run
We back shit
Bitch niggaz get they back twisted
We crack shit
Niggaz need to get they fuckin' practice
Don't fuck wit' my crew and let us snatch this
[Magic]
I'm goin' raise hell motherfucker
Hope y'all ready for me
I can move with that night, I got veins on my teeth
I'm from that 9th Ward
Home of that killers and wig splitters
And lots of dead bodies
I heard a twelve-year hit it
I've been trained by that best
Bring yo cop killers
And I won't wear a vest
And you still facin' death
Don't cry now
Bitch nigga, don't wine now
'Cause I'm all up n you're shit
And you figure, you 'BOUT TO DIE!
Hold on, wait a minute, I smell pussy
Still wet behind that ears, lil' boy you still a fuckin' wookie
You messin' wit' a hard hitta
(automatics shooting)
You feel me nigga!
[Chorus: x4]
[C-Murder]
They label me a crazy muthafucka wit no hesitation
I'm a blast wit' a sawed off strip, to a niggaz ambition
I'm Bossalinie
And I roll wit' these TRU thugs
Givin' niggaz meanmugs
From tha ghetto I get much love
Ain't no motherfuckin' crosses
Wit' all these crime bosses
Nigga, Nigga, make a move
I'll have you sleepin' wit' dead dudes
My tattoos, represent my identity
It reveals that hard-will of a hard-kill nigga that's n me
My enemies on a rampage, tryin' avoid my presence
Fearin' immediate death, like a fateful pheasant
N my kingdom, only strong soldiers live, that's that law
Of that ghetto, I broke my hand on a fool's jaw
I'm southpaw
Hand to Hand combat, it's very necessary
My first option, is fightin' all my adversaries
That nigga flinched, when my motherfuckin' gun went "POW"
You heartless motherfucker, don't cry now
[Chorus: x6]
[Fiend talking again]
There, you motherfucking have it
Some of that youngest hard niggas and that motherfucking world
Understand this here
Us soldiers, No Limit Soldiers til' tha world blow up
Or a god show up
You heard me!
Don't cry now
If yo people can't identify yo ass now
hahaha...
Take me out this motherfucker
The song "Don't Cry" by QB features various rappers, including C-Murder, Mr. Magic, and Fiend. The lyrics paint a picture of the harsh realities of life in a city plagued with violence and crime. Throughout the song, the rappers reflect on their experiences and how they have survived, using their hardened personas as a form of protection. The chorus emphasizes the importance of not showing vulnerability, even when the situation is dire. The various verses are a mix of boasting, warning, and reminiscing, giving listeners a multifaceted view of urban life.
The opening lines, delivered by Fiend, serve as an introduction to the song and set the tone for what is to come. He addresses soldiers, thugs, and warriors, suggesting that the song is an anthem for those who have to fight for survival in their daily lives. He also mentions several of the other rappers who will join him, creating a sense of camaraderie among them. This camaraderie is evident throughout the song, as the rappers allude to one another and speak of their shared experiences in the streets.
The lyrics of "Don't Cry" showcase the grit and toughness required to navigate the dangers of the streets. The rappers describe how they have to be armed and ready for anything, as rival gangs, police, and other threats can come at any moment. The lyrics also touch on themes of loyalty, respect, and the need to stay vigilant at all times. Overall, "Don't Cry" is a powerful song that captures the often-deadly realities of life in urban America
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Written by: CRAIG LAWSON, A. JOHNSON, L. JOHNSON, R. JONES, C. MILLER, Q.B.
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