Yea Dem fi know Yo Craig... Weh Yuh deh pon? Let's do this, let's get it For real Yeah! Da River, Warminister, I got ya Ha ha Kingston, Jamaica, let's do this Uh! Fresh out da building, fresh off da corner Fresh in da streets, you can crown me if you wanna Uh! I'm da king homie 40 carats on da charm, I bling homie Where you been homie? In da streets all day trying to get that gwap To da streets I pray trying to duck them shots I'm maintaining dawg, Cry Nation all day... Let's do this, uh Me and my crew hungry Ain't nothing in this world like new money So where da brinks at? Ready to sink that Real talk homie... let's do this, uh It's like nothing to kill a man Niggaz get murdered for that white shit, ten kilograms I cry tears at nights and I'm still a man Thousand pounds guerilla man Yea, uh Niggaz lacking vision, niggaz lacking trust Niggaz lacking hope, heart filled with lust What's love? I don't know nigga! Cry Nation, that's us Yea I put my heart on da line so my niggaz could ride I never thought that niggaz could die G4 in da sky Tell da angels that niggaz could fly Getting off this corner, gotta say goodbye And I'm Yea! Warminister, let's do this I'm back in da building, ready to die 26 on that whip, ready to ride Anger in my heart, blood in my eyes Pussy niggaz get pushed to da side Let dem die Yea I got my stunnas on Motherfuckas got my Hummer chromed Lifestyle got da sickest stones I got a bitch at home I call her ms. patron High as a motherfucka, can't leave that bitch alone I got paper to burn cause I'm a live nigga Fuck with Kay then you gon die nigga Let da 4, 5 hit ya Throwing dirt on my picture cause I don't ride with ya Uh Look at them rocs that I got There's rats on da block Fake crews get clapped Fake crews get back Real G's gon ball On da way to da top, real G's never fall Got chips for y'all Kay be on it Y'all don't want it with da young black hornet On his way to stardom Makin moves in Queens, stacking chips in Harlem My chain so blue and my wrist orange And we still balling Ho's still calling Hennessey in da cup, yellow piss pouring Rest in peace Terry, pour some criss for him I miss you nigga and this shit's boring I got you in my heart homie Give ya family anything they want homie You my nigga from da start homie And I got ya! Yea, uh! Da River, Warminister, Kingston Jamaica Yeah! That's how we do it Fo real, Queens, New York! Yea, got this, we here Cry Nation, yea Wassup Zalla, Craig, It's all good, I'm here Cry Nation Ikay, That's my name niggaz Get used to it Ha ha ha