Lyrics When Thugs Cry - Bizzy Bone, Bizzy Bone feat. Tupac Shakur

When Thugs Cry

Nigga, we represent the planet.
Get schizophrenic and panic.
Maybe
the past would understand if they’d get off they ass.
And mash, how do you manage?
Paranoid, don’t even trust my boys.
Watch for the plots and deploys, envoys scopin'
like a dope fiend, but im smokin in the alleys with these ghetto
guns and erase my 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, goin'
coast to coast.
Heaven’ll move me, right, for sure.
Deception weather
my brethren, but sunny days when I parlay.
Get killed
when I get to steppin'.
'member the weapon’s close and the doctor said
I need time to myself on the ocean those frivolous thoughts but im brought up full of this independance caught up sever relentless evil intentions,
nobody knows 'em, 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 the thugs cry.
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'
in the picnic with your little divide and conquer, but my sister was ready to bomb her.
Get off the diznick and up off my voice.
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!
I. I didn’t stutter
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’s like Caesar.
Stack’s like lil Pesci and Casino, and Wish don’t give a fuck, O 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 member u said i read but I roll with killas, niggas
that’ll bust u in the club u don’t feel us strapped in the bed, strapped
pickin up the kids in the realest, the realest, the realest, the realist
Itll 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 the reason this
weepin' widow be the demon, so cheap.
And at least she
peepin, so peep deep dead in your pockets no sleep, rollin with
my crucifix, Lucifer usually uses to rule off these
wicked tricks in the school of these ghetto games.
And the fool, of this
bitchs mist I say 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 the room, who’s stallin'?
Better come after me, and we say, «Fuck ya’ll.»
all in thebattle we, battle we, battle we