Don’t Make Me Songtext
von Joe Budden

Woah, mic check one-two, one-two
Mic check one-two one-two
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I′d like to welcome everybody (welcome everybody)
To the-, to the-, to the-
Look, look, l-look, look


Top down with the fresh cut
With A. Baker through the speakers (I mean) "Best Of"
A crisp white tee, I'm still feelin′ dressed up (why?)
Everything else LV, don't get me messed up
A good pair of shades on, you gon' always see me in disguise
Not for style, I don′t want you to see in my eyes
Live for now (but) but tell God hurry my plans
You see I just had to bury my man
Us two was on some brother shit (look)
But if I learned anything
If you take life for granted, it′ll grant you some other shit
I know I can't be the only one troubled with
I talk ′bout hardship like I discovered it (but I)
Though I had enough of it (but I) still won't cut a wrist
I just wrote the book, he published it
Simply read holdin′ back the years
'Cause when I stray it looked like he holdin′ back some tears, he sayin'

Don't make me cry, no no
Don′t you make me cry
Don′t you make me cry, no no
Don't you make me cry


L-look, look (oh!)
Sometimes I feel like it′s a ghost behind me (look)
Nudge in my back, got the toast behind me
Clockin' my every move, takin′ notes behind me
Crowd laughing, there must be a "Roast" behind me
But the boy won't bend (never)
Though the road to the riches is startin′ to look like it don't end
(But still) I'm on nine to five speedin′, truly love it
No idea where I′m goin', that′s the beauty of it
But still I'm here waitin′ on a sign or a F.Y.I. to be notified
'Cause (why, why?) Do it matter what he got
In store for niggas if they too broke to buy
I know I want heart, my back carryin′ some tons y'all
From the devil's bedroom onto his front yard
Pop up in the backseat and keys the chauffeur
Let ′em know before I hop out with him on my shoulder, I said

Don′t make me cry, no no (Dawg, muh'fucker don′t)
Don't you make me cry (uhh, l-look, don′t, nah)
Don't you make me cry, no no (uhh, uh, uh, uhh)
Don′t you make me cry

Mic check one-two, one-two
Mic, one, two, let me holla at 'em

Wouldn't be smart to tangle with′cha guardian angel
Not when he gotta strangle from every angle, head to ankles
Get mangled, so though I ain′t got shit (what?)
My eyes everywhere, on my Stuart Scott shit
Tryin' to be fly every second that the clock tick (but)
But there′s a suicide bomber in the cockpit (look here)
See my intent is to be content
But that's contingent, off fly hoes jewels engines (uhh)
Since momma conceived me
Me and dude been stuck in a me-lee
He′s tellin' me I gotta ball like Beasley (uhh)
But I can give a fuck how a nigga perceives me
So until God retrieves me
I′m followin' behind the nigga that misleads me
If need be, bounce from where he tryin' to keep me
But every time I try he tells me that he needs me, he said

Don′t make me cry, no no
Don′t you make me cry (I've got some funny shit to do)
Don′t you make me cry, no no (uh-uh, uh)
Don't you make me cry (stick around, we like)
Stuck in a padded room