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].