Songtext zu 'Thugz Cry' von Bizzy Bone

For the ghetto media, nigga. Don't let the light-skin fool you. I will fuck you up.

. . .When the thugs cry/ This is what it sounded like . . . when the thugs cry

Nigga we represent the planet get schizophrenic n panic/ Maybe the past would understand if they'd get off their ass and mash/ How do you manage? Paranoid, don't even trust my boyz watch for the plot and deploys envoys scopin like a dope fiend/ But I'm smokin in the alleys with these ghetto guns and erased 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 tah steppin 'member the weapon's close/ and the doctor said I need time to myself on the ocean those frivolous thoughts but I'm brought up full of this independence caught up sever relentless/ Evil intentions nobody knows him even the henchmen warrior, poet, never to mention I love my lady rebel/ And we can get the stroke on..... when the thugs cry

This is what it sounds like (This is what it sounds like, this is what it sounds like . . ./ Come on, come on, come on . . .) When the thugs cry (When the thugs cry, when the thugs cry/ Are you ready, ready, ready?)

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 dizznik, and up off my voice me and my boyz give us a choice/ How could you ever tell Sony that I was the only one was making noise?/ Ain't it a breech of trust look in the gutter, huh/ Never judge yo book by its 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 like Caesar, Stack's like lil' Pesci N Casino and Wish don't give a fuck, hoe/ I'm Gambino -n- the walkin dead wake up on the wrong side of the bed/ Bible of survival triple six rivals, triple six rival/ Member you said I read but I roll with killas/ Niggaz that'll bust in the club you don't feel us strapped in the bed, strapped pickin up the kids in the realest, the realest, the realest

It'll 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 reason this weepin' widow be the demon so cheap/ And at least she 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's 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 a room who's stallin' better come after me, we say fuck yall/ All in the battle we, battle we, battle we