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