Thugz Cry (Letra)
For the ghetto media, don’t let the light-skin fool ya’, I will fuck you up.
. . . when the thugs cry
This is what it sounds like [this is what it sounds like, this is what it
sounds
like . ..] . . .
. . . when the thugs cry [when the thugs cry, when the thugs cry].
Nigga we represent the planet get schizophrenic n panic maybe the past would
understand if they’d get off their ass and mash.
How do you manage? Paranoid, don’t even trust my boyz watch for the plot and
deploys envoys scopin like a dope fiend. But I’m smokin in the alleyz with these
ghetto guns and erased my funds Watts, niggas in Cali take bullets to the brain
still rowdy Jesus
really never died, you crucified mutual suicide. Who am I? Local with vocals
going coast to coast.
Heaven’ll move me right fo sho deception weather my brethren but sunny days
when they parlay get killed when they get tah steppin ‘member the weapon’s close
and the doctor said I need time to myself on the ocean those frivolous thoughts
but I’m brought up full of this independence caught up sever relentless evil
intentions
nobody knows him even the henchmen warrior, poet, never to mention I love my
lady rebel
we can get the stroke on, we can get the stroke
on, we can get the stroke on, we can get the stroke
on, when the thugs cry.
This is what it sounds like [this is what it sounds like, this is what it
sounds
like . . .] . . .
[Come on, come on, come on . . .]
. . . when the thugs cry [when the thugs cry, when the thugs cry].
[Are you ready, ready, ready?]
We keepin the lights on at Ruthless and I ain’t fuckin the boss lookin at
me sexy take your clothes off but my dick’ll go soft! never mix business with
your sickness enemy see me flippin in the picnic with your little divide and
conquer
but my sister was ready to bomb her! Get off the dizznik, and up off my voice
me
and my boyz give us a choice how could you ever
tell Sony that I was the only one was making noise ain’t it a breech of trust
look in the gutter, unh, never judge yo book by its cover, word to the muthafucka
I……I didn’t studder but what if I lost it and came in the office and nobody
noticed with liquid explosives on top of Versace clothes give up the ghost Krayzie’s
Picasso, lil’ Layzie like Caesar, Stack’s like lil’ Pesci N Casino and Wish don’t
give a fuck! O I’m Gambino -n- the walkin dead wake up on the wrong side of the
bed. Bible of survival triple six rivals, triple six rival member you said I
read
but I roll with killas, Niggaz that’ll bust in the club you don’t feel us strapped
in the bed, strapped pickin up the kids in the
realest, the realest, the realest.
This is what it sounds like [this is what it sounds like, this is what it
sounds like . . .] . . .
[Yeah, yeah, yeah . . . come on, come on, come on.]
. . . when the thugs cry [when the thugs cry, when the thugs cry].
[Are you ready, ready, ready?] Oh no!
It’ll make your body shake when it’s too late soon as you flipped off the
safety baby this we all day don’t tell me you crazy, willthey sell me? Hell,
naw! For reason this weepin’ widow be the demon so cheap and at least she peepin
go peep deep dead in yo pockets no sleep. Rollin’ with my crucifix Lucifer usually
uses the rule of these wicked tricks in the school of these ghetto games and
the
fool of this bitch’s mist I say shame, shame, shame. Enemies attacking me actually
I’m in the grain ask Mr. Majesty these casualties well they’re passin me by but
I hear death callin’ when it’s so cold in a room who’s stallin’
better come after me, we say fuck y’all all in the
battle we, battle we, battle we.
This is what it sounds like [this is what it sounds like, this is what it
sounds like . . .] . . .
. . . when the thugs cry [when the thugs cry, when the thugs cry].
