Bizzy Bone: Thugz cry

For the ghetto mediaDon't let the light skin fool y'allI will fuck you up[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]This is what it sounds like, when thugz cry [3X]This is what it sounds likewhen thugz cry, when thugz cryThis is what it sounds like, when thugz cry [4X]This is what it sounds likewhen thugz cry, when thugz cry[Verse One: Bizzy Bone]Nigga we represent the planet get schizophrenic n panicMaybe the past would understandIf they'd get off there ass and mashHow do you manage?Paranoid, don't even trust my boyzWatch for the plot and delays envoysScopin like a dope fiendBut I'm smokin in the alleyzWith these ghetto guns and erase my fundsWatts niggas in Cali take bullets to the brainStill rowdy, Jesus really never diedYou crucified mutual suicide, who am I?Local with vocals going coast to coastHeaven'll move me right fo shoDeception weather my brethrenbut sunny days when they parlayGet killed when they get to steppinMember the wepon's closeand the doctor saidI need time to myself on the oceanThose frivolous thoughtsBut I'm brought up of this independentCaught up sever relentlessEvil intentions nobody knows himEven the henchmen warrior, poet,never did mentionI love my lady rebelWe can get this stroke on, we can get this stroke on,and we can get this stroke on, and we can get this stroke on.[Chorus][Verse Two: Bizzy Bone]We keepin the light on at Ruthless andI ain't fuckin the bosslookin at me sexyTake your clothes offbut my dick'll go soft!Never mix bussiness with your sicknessEnemy see me flipin in the picnicwith your lil' divide and conquerbut my sister was ready to bomb her!Get off the dizznik and off my voiceMe and my boyzGive us a choiceHow could you tell Sony that i was theonly one making noiseAin't it a breech of trustLook in the gutter,unh, never judge yo bookby it's cover word to the motherfuckaI....I didn't stutter but what if I lost it andcame in the office and nobody noticedwith liquid explosive on top of Versaceclothes give up the ghostKrayzie's Picasso, lil' Layzie like Caesar,Stacks like lil' Pesi N Casino andWish don't give a fuck! OI'm Gambino -n- the walkin deadWoke up on the wrong side of the bedBible of survival Triple six rivals, triple six rivalsMember you said I read but rode withKillas, Niggas that'll bust in tha club you don'tfeels us strapped in the bedStrapped pickin up the kids in the realist,the realist, the realist, the realist.[Chorus][Verse Three: Bizzy Bone]It'll make your body shake when it's too late soon asyou flipped off the saftey baby this we all dayDon't tell me you crazyWill they sell me? Hell Naw!For the reason this weepin widow be the demonso cheap and at least she go peepin go peep deepdead in yo pockets no sleepRollin with my crucifix Lucifer usually usesthe rule of these wicked tricks in the schoolof these ghetto games and the fool of this bitch mistI say shame, shame, shame.Enemies attacking meActually I'm in the grain ask Mr. MajestyThese casualties well they're passin me bybut I hear death callin when it's so cold in the roomwho's stalling better come after meWe say fuck y'allall in the battle we, battle we, battle we.[Chorus]When thugzWhen thugzWhen thugzWhen thugzWhen thugzWhen thugzWhen thugzWhen thugzWhen thugz cry