Mom’s Are Cryin’

Lyrics

[Intro: [?]] [Verse 1: RBX] Tears fall from my face, they hit the ground and go boom Nigga watch another youngsta lowered into the tomb The good die young, you say it's all thy must But he diiiied - caught up in a cocaine bust The door busted open he tried to run Failed to realize that the cop had a gun Off the trigger goes, he dropped from his pose Hit the ground and his blood flowwwwss, mom's are cryin [Chorus: Bob Marley & RBX] Woman hold her head and cry Mom's are cryin' Cause her son, had been shot down in the street and died Mom's are cryin' [Verse 2: RBX] A dude named Eli, caught up in the driveby Tears of a mother, watchin' her son die Set-trippin', somebody slippin', bullets zippin' and Eli gone for good, now his momma's sniffin' No need for cryin', not dyin', Eli is dead Point blank he took a nine cap to the head Eli, the wannabe gangsta from the hood He wasn' that bad and he wasn' that good All he understood is get crazy blitz So he bought some of that (uh) to get some of this (yeah) This got him that but that went to them And them, bein' they who made his head lay He didn't obey, he said he made this cash CRASH from the gun, Eli lays in ash Smash, it hits the front page quick Now business is conducted by this fool name Mick Mick, fell for the trick Soon to be dyin', and his mom, gon' be cryin' [Chorus: Bob Marley & RBX] Cause her son, had been shot down in the street and died Mom's are cryin' Woman hold her head and cry Mom's are cryin' Cause her son, had been shot down in the street and died Mom's are cryin' [Verse 3: RBX] Back in the days, my momma used to cry She ain't even think I was gon' graduate high, school FOOL, that's what I used to say when them off-brand busters was mobbin' my way Nigga, whassup?! This L.B.C Had shootouts in shop 'cause my focus G.D Back in ninety-three I still ain't gang free I lyrical gangbang, "but it's just a G thang" Now who wanna set-trip and flip? I do my drive-by of sorts with, hollow point thoughts Don't get it twisted, foes ain't hollow, when I swallow You into the hole, six feet under I wonder, why you blunder then thunder crash And ass gets burned to ash Bullets are flyin', asses are fryin' And mom's will be cryin', mom's are cryin' [Chorus: Bob Marley & RBX] Woman hold her head and cry Mom's are cryin' Cause her son, had been shot down in the street and died Mom's are cryin' Woman hold her head and cry Mom's are cryin' Cause her son, had been shot down in the street and died Mom's are cryin' Woman hold her head and cry Mom's are cryin' Mom's are cryin'