DarkandHellisHot
All Star
They shot at my cousin, now we bustin' at they whole family
The coppers wanna see me buried, I ain't worried
I got a line on the D.A. ‘cause I'm fukkin' his secretary
I black out and start cussin', bust 'em and touch 'em all
They panic, and bytches duckin', I rush 'em and fukk 'em all
I'll probably be an old man before I understand
Why I have to live my life with pistols close at hand
Kidnapped my homie's sister, cut her face up bad
They even raped her, so we blazed they pad
Automatic shots rang out, on every block
They puttin' hits out on politicians, even cops
I ain't lyin', they got me sleepin' with my infrared beams
And in my dreams I hear motherfukkers screamin'
What is the meanin' when thugs cry?
Where is the love?, never quit my ambition to thug
Ain't shed a tear since the old school years of elementary
nikkas I used to love, enclosed in Penitentiaries
But still, homie, keep it real, how does it feel
To lose your life, over something that you did as a kid?
Where did we go wrong? I put my soul in the song
To help us grow in time, but now our minds are gone
We went from brothers and sisters to nikkas and bytches
We went from welfare livin' to worldwide riches
But somethin' changed in this dirty game, everything's strange
Lost all my homies over cocaine, mayne
See, they ask me if I shed a tear, I ain't lie
See, you gotta get high or die, ‘cause even thugs cry
Paranoid bytches, illegal adventures
Bustin' motherfukkers with uppercuts, I leave 'em with dentures
‘Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the Don
I write your name wit' a piece of paper, now your family's gone
Why perpetrate like you can handle my team?
So merciless in my attack I take command of your dreams
Leavin' motherfukkers drownin' in they own blood
Clownin', takin' pictures later
Laugh 'bout them punk bytches that turned snitches
Regulate my area, the terror I represent
Makin' your people disappear, you wonderin' where they went
Am I cold, or is it just I sold my soul?
Addicted to these streets, never find true peace I'm told
Come take my body, God, don't let me suffer any longer!
Smoke a pound of marijuana, so I know it ain't long
Where is the end to all my misery, is there a close?
I suppose that's why I murder my foes; when thugs cry
Ayy Nas, remember that shyt you said?
I don't know what magazine you said it in
Some shyt about how it wasn't nobody saying thugs until whoever, whoever, whatever
nikka you better really go to the record store
Go check out some of the albums we've been putting out motherfukker
We've been spitting this thug shyt for a while now
And I know you've been listening cuz you've been biting this shyt
So, uh recognize and realize before your ass get rolled on
When thugs cry
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