Babies Cry Lyrics – Rick Ross

Babies Cry Lyrics by Rick Ross

Lacking stability in life but these hurdles consistent
Father forgive us, pray we not just another statistic
I was blessed with a wonderful sister
Never vulnerable cause she know how these n#gg#s’ll kick it

And the mom, nieces and nephews get put in position
Opportunities endless which is based on your potential
I played the music loud, drowning out the baby cries
Had a fan in my window it was 1985

Shoes untied with a snotty nose
I done viewed homicides, but that how it go’
So when I see these n#gg#s cry, tell ’em wipe your eyes
So many shots through the night, you know a n#gg# died

First you hear the screams, then your hear the sirens
Then the helicopter, a life lost to violence
A life lost to violence
b#tches applaud the hustle , the recipe of a Russel

Three kidnapping charges and definitely will bust you
Balling without a bond, Def Jam’s only Lebron
Come and see me for a hit and I shoot it right in your arm
b#tches been known to relapse

, indoor pool number three lap
P.O. stopped by to see me, I’m cool, where that weed at?
Smoke one for the deceased
, like my partner Lil Reese

Trigger man beat the case we’ll deal with that in the streets
n#gg#s sentenced to death by a sentence in the text
You riding with your dawg, I’m sending them for your necks
My uncle wanna know if I’m still f#cking with dope

Lyrics say we livin’ like the movie Blow
When n#gg#s cross me, I leave ’em in the past
Now we got so many cars, we just leave ’em on the grass
Fake sh#t is temporary, dick riding is just a fad

I’m stacking old money, n#gg# I was built to last
Got me smoking loud, drowning out the baby cries
Reminiscing, getting high, my first time was ’95
I’m reminiscing, getting high, my first time was ’95
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Rick Ross Lyrics – Babies Cry

Rick Ross

Babies Cry