Thugz cry

Bizzy Bone ? Thugz Cry Bizzy: . . . 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]. Bizzy: Nigga, we represent the planet. Get schizophrenic and panic. Maybe their parents would understand if they get off they ass. And man, how do you manage? Paranoid, don't even trust my boys. Watch for them plots and the ploys, and boys scopin' like a dope fiend, when I'm smoked in these alleys with these ghetto guns and erased muthafuckin' Watts niggas in Cali take bullets to the brains, still rowdy. Jesus really never died--you crucified Him to a suicide. Who am I? Loco with vocals, goin' coast to coast. Heaven'll move me, right, for sure. Deception within my brethren, but sunny days when I parlay. Get killed when I get to steppin'. Remember the weapon (come) and the doctor said I need time to myself where ocean flows, Rip in this, thug for the Bone, up puttin' this independent stardom. Seven relentless evil intentions, nobody knows 'em, even a henchmen. Where will you go? We never did mention about my lady rebel. And we can get this choke on. And we can get this choke on. And we can get this choke on. And we can get this smoke on, when the thugs cry. This is what it sounds like (this is what it sounds like,) . . when the thugs cry