When Thugz Cry Lyrics

When Thugz Cry lyrics

. . . 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 and panic.  Maybe
their parents would understand
if they get off they ass.
And man, how do you manage?  Paranoid, don't even
trust my boys.  Watch
for them plots and the ploys, and boys scopin'
like
a dope fiend, when I'm smoked in these alleys with these ghetto
guns and
erased muthafuckin' Watts niggas in Cali take
bullets to the brains, still
rowdy.  Jesus really never died--you
crucified Him to a suicide.  Who am I? 
Loco with vocals, goin'
coast to coast.  Heaven'll move me, right, for sure. 
Deception within
my brethren, but sunny days when I parlay.  Get
killed
when I get to steppin'.  Remember the weapon (come) and the doctor
said
I need time to myself where ocean flows, Rip in
this, thug for the
Bone, up puttin' this independent stardom.  Seven
relentless evil
intentions, nobody knows 'em, Im even a
hitman.  Where will you go?  We
never did mention about my lady
rebel.  And we can get this choke on.  And
we can get
this choke on.  And we can get this choke on.  And we can get
this
smoke on, when the thugs cry.

This is what it sounds like (this
is what it sounds like,)
. . when the thugs cry
[when the thugs cry, when
the thugs cry].
[Are you ready, ready?]

We keepin' the lights on at
Ruthless and I ain't fuckin' the boss,
lookin' at me sexy.  Take your
clothes off, and my dick'll go
soft.  Never mix business with your sickness.
 Enemy see me trippin'
at the picnic with your little divide and conquer, but
my
sister was ready to bomb her.  Get off the diznick and up off my
boys. 
Me and my boys, give us a choice.  How could you
ever tell Sony that I was
the only one was makin' noise?  Ain't it a
breech of trust?  Look in the
gutter.  Ha!  Never judge your
book by the cover.  Word to the muthafucka! 
Huh, I didn't studder.
But what if I lost and I came in the office, and
nobody
noticed went in with explosives on top of Versace clothes.  Give up
the
ghost.  Krayzie's Picasso.  Little Layzie's like Caesar.
Stack's like
Joe Pesci in Casino, and Wish don't give a fuck, ho.  I'm
Gambino.  And the
walking dead woke up on the wrong
side of the bed.  Bible of survival,
triple six rivals [triple six
rivals, rivals]--none of you said, but I roll
with killas, niggas
that'll bust a nigga.  We don't feel strapped in the
bed, kickin' up the
camp on the realest, the realest, the
realest.

This is what it sounds like
(this is what it sounds
like).
[Yeah, yeah, yeah . . . ]
. . . when the thugs cry
[when the
thugs cry, when the thugs cry].
[Are you ready, ready, ready?]  Oh
no!

Here to make your body shake, when it's too late, soon as you
flipped
off the safety.  Baby, this be all day, don't tell me you
crazy. 
Would they tell me?  Hell, naw.  But the reason there's
weepin', we off with
a demon, so cheap.  And at least she
peekin', so peep deep down in your
pockets.  Don't sleep, runnin' with
my crucifix, Lucifer usually uses it to
rule all these
wicked tricks in the school of these ghetto games.  And the
fool, this
bitch is missin'.  Shame, shame, shame.  Enemies attackin'
me.
 Actually I'm in the grave, ask Mr. Majesty.  These
casualties--well, they
passin' me by, but I hear death callin', when
it's
so cold in a room,
who's stallin'?  Better come after me, and we say,
"Fuck ya'll." 
Haul into battle [we battle, battle].