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

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