Thugz Cry Lyrics - Heaven'z Movie - Bizzy Bone

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