Текст песни Bizzy Bone - Thugz Cry
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* send corrections DIRECTLY to this typistFor the ghetto media Don`t let the light skin fool y`all I will fuck you upChorus: Bizzy BoneThis is what it sounds like, when thugz cry (3X)This is what it sounds likewhen thugz cry, when thugz cryThis is what it sounds like, when thugz cry (4X)This is what it sounds like when thugz cry, when thugz cryVerse One: Bizzy BoneNigga we represent the planet get schizophrenic n panicMaybe the past would understandIf they`d get off there ass and mashHow do you manage?Paranoid, don`t even trust my boyzWatch for the plot and delays envoysScopin like a dope fiendBut I`m smokin in the alleyzWith these ghetto guns and erase my fundsWatts niggas in Cali take bullets to the brain Still rowdy, Jesus really never diedYou crucified mutual suicide, who am I?Local with vocals going coast to coastHeaven`ll move me right fo shoDeception weather my brethrenbut sunny days when they parlayGet killed when they get to steppinMember the wepon`s close and the doctor saidI need time to myself on the oceanThose frivolous thoughts But I`m brought up of this independentCaught up sever relentlessEvil intentions nobody knows himEven the henchmen warrior, poet,never did mentionI 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.ChorusVerse Two: Bizzy BoneWe keepin the light on at Ruthless and I ain`t fuckin the bosslookin at me sexyTake your clothes off but my dick`ll go soft!Never mix bussiness with your sicknessEnemy see me flipin in the picnicwith your lil` divide and conquerbut my sister was ready to bomb her!Get off the dizznik and off my voiceMe and my boyzGive us a choiceHow could you tell Sony that i was theonly one making noiseAin`t it a breech of trust Look in the gutter,unh, never judge yo bookby it`s cover word to the motherfuckaI....I didn`t stutter but what if I lost it andcame in the office and nobody noticed with liquid explosive on top of Versaceclothes give up the ghostKrayzie`s Picasso, lil` Layzie like Caesar, Stacks like lil` Pesi N Casino and Wish don`t give a fuck! OI`m Gambino -n- the walkin deadWoke up on the wrong side of the bed Bible of survival Triple six rivals, triple six rivalsMember you said I read but rode withKillas, Niggas that`ll bust in tha club you don`tfeels us strapped in the bed Strapped pickin up the kids in the realist,the realist, the realist, the realist.ChorusVerse Three: Bizzy BoneIt`ll make your body shake when it`s too late soon asyou 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 demonso cheap and at least she go peepin go peep deepdead in yo pockets no sleepRollin with my crucifix Lucifer usually usesthe rule of these wicked tricks in the schoolof these ghetto games and the fool of this bitch mistI say shame, shame, shame. Enemies attacking me Actually I`m in the grain ask Mr. MajestyThese casualties well they`re passin me bybut I hear death callin when it`s so cold in the room who`s stalling better come after meWe say fuck y`all all in the battle we, battle we, battle we.ChorusWhen thugz When thugz When thugzWhen thugzWhen thugzWhen thugzWhen thugzWhen thugzWhen thugz cry