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Betcha I Don’t Cry No More
   ------Juvenile

Southern Smoke
Southern Smoke you motherfucker you

Betcha I don’t cry no more
Betcha I don’t cry no more
Betcha I don’t cry no more
Betcha I don’t cry no more
Betcha betcha betcha I don’t cry no more
Betcha I don’t cry no more
Betcha I don’t cry no more

At seven years old I had my first fight
It was with a bully, but over my bike
He was like let me take a ride
You wanna go wait inside
See I was young
But I wasn’t trying to get jacked
Last week he took Joe’s bike and he never come back
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I’ll be damned if I get played like that
So I stood him off
Then he put his hand on my handlebars
I rolled my fist and I started swinging
Yea I was crying to screaming
Scared to death but better yet
I landed ‘bout six shots
He fell dead on his ass, shit stopped
I bet you know what time it is now, tic tock
My knuckle’s bled, I got blood on my wrist watch
It was a murder Alfred Hitchcock
Running ‘round like this the Daytona pit stop

Sticks and stones may break your bones
But words will never hurt you
And if you lie or steal
If he steal your kill
Then patience is a virtue
Sticks and stones may break your bones
But words will never hurt you
And if you lie or steal
If he steal your kill
Then patience is a virtue

In the year of ’98 I lost my brother and my father
And my grandfather
Life got harder
So I just suck it up and open up a new carter
Seven years later Carter hit my water
So I ate that too
I had to grind a little smarter
Mama need a house to slim down her new daughter
Slim couldn’t land a job in the eight for three years
Stressed him out real bad
Broke him down into tears
Talking man you better see me
Cause I’m always on the road
And even if we go home
I still am always on the go
No other than my little Shorty says she ‘bout to let me go
But you know me or the more be
I gotta go and get the zone
And the fans keep axing ‘bout skipping juvy
I say we rack together and we making movie
And half of the world hate it
The other half love it
But who the fuck cares?
Two tears in the bucket

Sticks and stones may break your bones
But words will never hurt you
And if you lie or steal
If he steal your kill
Then patience is a virtue
Sticks and stones may break your bones
But words will never hurt you
And if you lie or steal
If he steal your kill
Then patience is a virtue

Betcha I don’t cry no more
Betcha I don’t cry no more
Betcha I don’t cry no more
Betcha I don’t cry no more
Ibetcha betcha betcha I don’t cry no more
Betcha I don’t cry no more
Ibetcha betcha betcha I don’t cry no more
Betcha I don’t cry no more
Ibetcha betcha betcha I don’t cry no more
Betcha I don’t cry no more

Sothern Smoke