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Song title: Bizzy Bone - Thugz Cry

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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, dont even trust my boys. watch
Hem plots and the ploys, and boys scopin like a dope fiend, when Im 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. heavenll 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 aint fuckin the boss, lookin at me sexy. take your clothes off, and my dickll 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? aint it a breech of trust? look in the gutter. ha! never judge your book by the cover. word to the muthafucka! huh, I didnt 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. krayzies picasso. little layzies like caesar. stacks like joe pesci in casino, and wish don
Ve a fuck, ho. Im 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 thatll bust a nigga. we d
Ont 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 its too late, soon as you flipped off the safety. baby, this be all day, dont tell me you crazy. would they tell me? hell, naw. but the reason theres weepin
Off with a demon, so cheap. and at least she peekin, so peep deep down in your pockets. dont 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 Im in the grave, ask mr. majesty. these casualties--well, they passin me by, but
Ar death callin, when its so cold in a room, whos stallin? better come after me, and we say, fuck yall. haul into battle [we battle, battle].