Thugz Cry Lyrics
| Song | Thugz Cry |
| Artist | Bizzy Bone |
| Album | Heaven'z Movie |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gabmini, Jackson | |
| 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]. |
| zuo qu : Gabmini, Jackson | |
| 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 diedyou 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 casualtieswell, 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. |
| zuò qǔ : Gabmini, Jackson | |
| 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 diedyou 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 casualtieswell, 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. |
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