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Thugz Cry - текст песни



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].



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