For the ghetto media, don't let the light skin fool you; I will fuck you up.
-Refrain-
When the thugs cry/ This is what it sounds like (When Thugs cry)
Bizzy
Nigga, we represent the planet/ Get schizophrenic and panic/ Maybe their past would understand
If they get off they ass and mash/ How do you manage? Paranoid/ Don't even trust my boys/ Watch for the plot
And deploy envoys/ Scopin' like a dope fiend, but I'm smoked in these alleys with these ghetto guns
And erased funds Watts niggas in Cali take bullets to the brains/ 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? (For sure) Deception weather my brethren/ But sunny days when I parlay
Get killed when they get to steppin'/ Remember the weapons' close
And the doctor said I need time to myself where ocean with those frivlous 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 when thugs cry
-Refrain-
(Come on/ Come on/ Come on...Are you ready, ready, ready?)
Bizzy
We keepin' the lights 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 flippin' at the picnic with your little divide and conquer, but my sister was ready to bomb her
Get off the dizznick and up off my vice/ 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) Word to the muthafucker! I... I didn't studder/ But what if I lost it
And came in the office and nobody noticed liquid explosives on top of Versace clothes
Give up the ghost/ Krayzie's Picasso, Lil' Layzie's like Caesar, Stack's like
Lil' Pesci in Casino and Wish don't give a fuck/ Oh, I'm Gambino and the walking dead
Wake up on the wrong side of the bed/ Bible of survival/ Triple six rivals (triple six rivals, rivals)
None of you said I read, but I roll with killas/ Niggas that'll bust in the club/ You don't feel us?
Strapped in the bed/ Pickin' up the kids in the realest/ The realest/ The realest
-Refrain-
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah... Come on/ Come on/ Come on... Are you ready, ready, ready?)
Bizzy
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 there's weepin' widow be
the demon so cheap and at least she peepin'/ Go peep deep dead in your pockets/ No sleep/ Rollin' with my crucifix
Lucifer usually uses it to rule of these wicked tricks in school of these ghetto games
And the fool; This bitch's, mist I see/ Shame, shame, shame/ Enemies attackin' me
Actually, I'm in the grain/ 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"
All in the battle (We battle, We battle)
-Refrain-
When the Thug...
The thugz cry.