2.Thugz Cry
Bizzy：
. . . when the thugs cry
This is what it sounds like [this is what it sounds like, this
the thugs cry, when the thugs cry].
Bizzy：
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
Hem 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
Y. 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
whe
Arlay. 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 star
Seven relentless evil intentions, nobody knows 'em, even a
henchmen. 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
N get this choke on. and we c
An
Get this smoke on, when the thugs cry.
This is what it sounds like (this is what it sounds like,)
. . when the thugs cry
Bizzy：
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'
He 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
He 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
He 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
Ve 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
killas,
As that'll bust a nigga. we d
On'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).
. . . when the thugs cry
Bizzy：
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
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 sc
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
Ar 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
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