| Lyrics: | 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
Hem 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
Y. 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 whe
Arlay. 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 star
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
N get this choke on. and we c
An
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'
He 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
He 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
He 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
Ve 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,
As that'll bust a nigga. we d
On'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
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 sc
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
Ar 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]. |
