For the ghetto media, don't let 

the light-skin fool ya', I will f**k you up. 


. . . 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]. 


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 alleyz 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 we can get the stroke on, we can get the stroke 

on, we can get the stroke on, 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 

f**kin 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, unh, never judge yo book by 

its cover, word to the 

muthaf**ka I......I didn't studder 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 

f**k! O 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. 


This is what it sounds like [this is 

what it sounds like, this is what it sounds like . . 

.] . . . 

[Yeah, yeah, yeah . . . 

come on, come on, come on.] 

. . . when the thugs cry [when 

the thugs cry, when the thugs cry]. 

[Are you ready, 

ready, ready?] Oh no! 


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 y'all all in the 

battle we, battle we, battle we. 


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].