Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thugz Cry, artist - Bizzy Bone. Date of issue: 29.11.2010
Song language: English
Thugz Cry |
| For the ghetto media |
| Don’t let the light skin fool y’all |
| I will fuck you up Chorus: Bizzy Bone |
| 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 |
| Verse One: Bizzy Bone |
| 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 wepon’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. |
| Verse Two: Bizzy Bone |
| 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 bussiness 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 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. |
| Verse Three: Bizzy Bone |
| 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. |
| When thugz |
| When thugz |
| When thugz |
| When thugz |
| When thugz |
| When thugz |
| When thugz |
| When thugz |
| When thugz cry |