For the ghetto media 

Don't let the light skin fool y'all 

I will fuck you up



[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]



This is what it sounds like, when thugz cry [3X]

This is what it sounds like

when thugz cry, when thugz cry

This is what it sounds like, when thugz cry [4X]

This is what it sounds like 

when thugz cry, when thugz cry



[Verse One: Bizzy Bone]



Nigga we represent the planet get schizophrenic n panic

Maybe the past would understand

If they'd get off there ass and mash

How do you manage?

Paranoid, don't even trust my boyz

Watch for the plot and delays envoys

Scopin like a dope fiend

But I'm smokin in the alleyz

With these ghetto guns and erase 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 to steppin

Member the wepon's close 

and the doctor said

I need time to myself on the ocean

Those frivolous thoughts 

But I'm brought up of this independent

Caught up sever relentless

Evil intentions nobody knows him

Even the henchmen warrior, poet,

never did mention

I love my lady rebel 

We can get this stroke on, we can get this stroke on,

and we can get this stroke on, and we can get this stroke on.



[Chorus]



[Verse Two: Bizzy Bone]



We keepin the light 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 bussiness with your sickness

Enemy see me flipin in the picnic

with your lil' divide and conquer

but my sister was ready to bomb her!

Get off the dizznik and off my voice

Me and my boyz

Give us a choice

How could you tell Sony that i was the

only one making noise

Ain't it a breech of trust 

Look in the gutter,unh, never judge yo book

by it's cover word to the motherfucka

I....I didn't stutter but what if I lost it and

came in the office and nobody noticed 

with liquid explosive on top of Versace

clothes give up the ghost

Krayzie's Picasso, lil' Layzie like Caesar, 

Stacks like lil' Pesi N Casino and 

Wish don't give a fuck! O

I'm Gambino -n- the walkin dead

Woke up on the wrong side of the bed 

Bible of survival Triple six rivals, triple six rivals

Member you said I read but rode with

Killas, Niggas that'll bust in tha club you don't

feels us strapped in the bed 

Strapped pickin up the kids in the realist,

the realist, the realist, the realist.



[Chorus]



[Verse Three: Bizzy Bone]



It'll make your body shake when it's too late soon as

you flipped off the saftey 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 go 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 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 the room 

who's stalling better come after me

We say fuck y'all 

all in the battle we, battle we, battle we.



[Chorus]



When thugz 

When thugz 

When thugz

When thugz

When thugz

When thugz

When thugz

When thugz

When thugz cry