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THUGZ CRY
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THUGZ CRY,
Bone Thugs N Harmony
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Bizzy bone thugz cry
Bizzy:
. . . 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].
Bizzy:
Nigga, we represent the planet. get schizophrenic and panic. maybe
Their parents would understand if they get off they ass.
And man, how do you manage? paranoid, don't even trust my boys. watch
For them plots and the ploys, and boys scopin'
Like a dope fiend, when i'm smoked in these alleys with these ghetto
Guns and erased muthafuckin' watts niggas in cali take
Bullets to the brains, still rowdy. jesus really never died--you
Crucified him to a suicide. who am i? loco with vocals, goin'
Coast to coast. heaven'll move me, right, for sure. deception within
My brethren, but sunny days when i parlay. get killed
When i get to steppin'. remember the weapon (come) and the doctor said
I need time to myself where ocean flows, rip in
This, thug for the bone, up puttin' this independent stardom. seven
Relentless evil intentions, nobody knows 'em, even a
Henchmen. where will you go? we never did mention about my lady
Rebel. and we can get this choke on. and we can get
This choke on. and we can get this choke on. and we can get this
Smoke on, when the thugs cry.
This is what it sounds like (this is what it sounds like,)
. . when the thugs cry
[when the thugs cry, when the thugs cry].
[are you 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, and my dick'll go
Soft. never mix business with your sickness. enemy see me trippin'
At the picnic with your little divide and conquer, but my
Sister was ready to bomb her. get off the diznick and up off my
Boys. 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 to the muthafucka! huh, i didn't studder.
But what if i lost and i came in the office, and nobody
Noticed went in with explosives on top of versace clothes. give up the
Ghost. krayzie's picasso. little layzie's like caesar.
Stack's like joe pesci in casino, and wish don't give a fuck, ho. i'm
Gambino. and the walking dead woke up on the wrong
Side of the bed. bible of survival, triple six rivals [triple six
Rivals, rivals]--none of you said, but i roll with killas, niggas
That'll bust a nigga. we don't feel strapped in the bed, kickin' up the
Camp on the realest, the realest, the realest.
This is what it sounds like
(this is what it sounds like).
[yeah, yeah, yeah . . . ]
. . . when the thugs cry
[when the thugs cry, when the thugs cry].
[are you ready, ready, ready?] oh no!
Bizzy:
Here to make your body shake, when it's too late, soon as you flipped
Off the safety. baby, this be all day, don't tell me you
Crazy. would they tell me? hell, naw. but the reason there's
Weepin', we off with a demon, so cheap. and at least she
Peekin', so peep deep down in your pockets. don't sleep, runnin' with
My crucifix, lucifer usually uses it to rule all these
Wicked tricks in the school of these ghetto games. and the fool, this
Bitch is missin'. shame, shame, shame. enemies attackin'
Me. actually i'm in the grave, 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. haul into battle [we battle, battle].
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Bizzy bone thugz cry Bizzy: . . . 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]. Bizzy: Nigga, we represent the planet. get schizophrenic and panic. maybe Their parents would understand if they get off they ass. And man, how do you manage? paranoid, don't even trust my boys. watch For them plots and the ploys, and boys scopin' Like a dope fiend, when i'm smoked in these alleys with these ghetto Guns and erased muthafuckin' watts niggas in cali take Bullets to the brains, still rowdy. jesus really never died--you Crucified him to a suicide. who am i? loco with vocals, goin' Coast to coast. heaven'll move me, right, for sure. deception within My brethren, but sunny days when i parlay. get killed When i get to steppin'. remember the weapon (come) and the doctor said I need time to myself where ocean flows, rip in This, thug for the bone, up puttin' this independent stardom. seven Relentless evil intentions, nobody knows 'em, even a Henchmen. where will you go? we never did mention about my lady Rebel. and we can get this choke on. and we can get This choke on. and we can get this choke on. and we can get this Smoke on, when the thugs cry. This is what it sounds like (this is what it sounds like,) . . when the thugs cry [when the thugs cry, when the thugs cry]. [are you 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, and my dick'll go Soft. never mix business with your sickness. enemy see me trippin' At the picnic with your little divide and conquer, but my Sister was ready to bomb her. get off the diznick and up off my Boys. 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 to the muthafucka! huh, i didn't studder. But what if i lost and i came in the office, and nobody Noticed went in with explosives on top of versace clothes. give up the Ghost. krayzie's picasso. little layzie's like caesar. Stack's like joe pesci in casino, and wish don't give a fuck, ho. i'm Gambino. and the walking dead woke up on the wrong Side of the bed. bible of survival, triple six rivals [triple six Rivals, rivals]--none of you said, but i roll with killas, niggas That'll bust a nigga. we don't feel strapped in the bed, kickin' up the Camp on the realest, the realest, the realest. This is what it sounds like (this is what it sounds like). [yeah, yeah, yeah . . . ] . . . when the thugs cry [when the thugs cry, when the thugs cry]. [are you ready, ready, ready?] oh no! Bizzy: Here to make your body shake, when it's too late, soon as you flipped Off the safety. baby, this be all day, don't tell me you Crazy. would they tell me? hell, naw. but the reason there's Weepin', we off with a demon, so cheap. and at least she Peekin', so peep deep down in your pockets. don't sleep, runnin' with My crucifix, lucifer usually uses it to rule all these Wicked tricks in the school of these ghetto games. and the fool, this Bitch is missin'. shame, shame, shame. enemies attackin' Me. actually i'm in the grave, 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. haul into battle [we battle, battle].
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