For the ghetto media Don't let the light skin fool y'all I will fuck you up
This is what it sounds like, when thugz cry (3X) This is what it sounds like when thugz cry, when thugz cry This is what it sounds like, when thugz cry (4X) This is what it sounds like when thugz cry, when thugz cry
Nigga we represent the planet get schizophrenic n panic Maybe the past would understand If they'd get off there ass and mash How do you manage? Paranoid, don't even trust my boyz Watch for the plot and delays envoys Scopin like a dope fiend But I'm smokin in the alleyz With these ghetto guns and erase 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 to 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 of this independent Caught up sever relentless Evil intentions nobody knows him Even the henchmen, warrior, poet, never did mention I love my lady rebel We 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.
We keepin the light 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 flipin in the picnic with your lil' divide and conquer but my sister was ready to bomb her! Get off the dizznik and off my voice Me and my boyz Give us a choice How could you ever tell Sony that i was the only one making noise Ain't it a breech of trust Look in the gutter,unh, never judge yo book by it's cover word to the motherfucka I....I didn't stutter but what if I lost it and came in the office and nobody noticed with liquid explosive on top of Versace clothes give up the ghost Krayzie's Picasso, lil' Layzie like Caesar, Stacks like lil' Pesi N Casino and Wish don't give a fuck! O I'm Gambino -n- the walkin dead Woke up on the wrong side of the bed Bible of survival, Triple six rivals, triple six rivals Member you said I read but rode with Killas, Niggas that'll bust in tha club you don't feels us strapped in the bed Strapped pickin up the kids in the realist, the realist, the realist, the realist.
It'll make your body shake when it's too late soon as you flipped off the saftey baby this we all day Don't tell me you crazy Will they sell me? Hell Naw! For the reason this weepin widow be the demon so cheap and at least she go 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 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 the room who's stalling better come after me We say fuck y'all all in the battle we, battle we, battle we.
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