For the ghetto media, nigga. Don't let the light-skin fool you. I will fuck you up.
-Bizzy Bone-
. . .When the thugs cry/ This is what it sounded like . . . when the thugs cry
-Bizzy Bone-
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 alleys 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/ And we can get the stroke on..... when the thugs cry
-Bizzy Bone-Chorus-
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?)
-Bizzy Bone-
We keepin the lights 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 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, huh/ Never judge yo book by its cover, word to the muthafucka/ I...I didn't stutter 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 fuck, hoe/ 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
-Chorus-
-Bizzy Bone-
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 yall/ All in the battle we, battle we, battle we