Bone Thugs-N-Harmony: Thugz Cry

For the ghetto media, don't let

the light-skin fool ya', I will f**k 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

f**kin 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

muthaf**ka 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

f**k! 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, will

they 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).