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When thugs cry | Now I lay me down to sleep | I pray to Lord my guns to keep
When thugs cry Now I lay me down to sleep I pray to Lord my guns to keep If I die before I wake I pray to Lord my soul to take Got us dyin' When thugs cry Times is hard Born thuggin' and lovin' the way I came up, big money clutchin' Bustin' while evadin' cocaine bust My po's rushin' to my cushin' into insanity They shot at my cousin, now we bustin' at they whole family The cowards wanna see me buried, I ain't worried I got a loan on the D.A. 'cause I'm fuckin' the secretary I black out, start cussin', bust 'em and touch 'em all They panicin', bitches duckin', I rush 'em and fuck 'em all Probably be an old man before I understand Why I had to live my life with pistols close in hand Kidnapped my homie 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 on the politicians even cops I ain't lyin', they got me sleeping' with my infrared beams And in my dreams I hear muthafucker screamin' What's the meanin'? When thugs cry Oh, why should you send your child off to die? In the streets of chalk, where they die Let no wrongs, cry out, when thugs cry Dear God (when thugs cry) Oh, why does it have to be this way? Ah Children of today won't stay wise (when thugs cry) Let the children hear when thugs cry Dear God Oh, why? Maybe my addiction to friction got me buggin' Where is the love, never quit my ambitions to thug Ain't shed a tear since the old school years of elementary Niggas I used to love enclosed in penitentiaries Still homie keep it real, how does it feel? To lose your life over something that you did as a kid You all alone no communication, block on the phone Don't get alone with your pops and plus your moms is gone Where did we go wrong? I put my soul in this song To help us grow in time, but now our minds are gone We went from brothers and sisters to niggas and bitches We went from welfare livin' to worldwide riches But somethin' change in this dirty game Everything strange, lost all my homies over cocaine, man See they ask me if I shed a tear, I ain't lie See, you gotta get high or die, 'cause even thugs cry Oh, why should you send your child off to die? In the streets of chalk, where they die (when thugs cry) (We don't shed a tear, she shed blood) Let no wrongs, cry out, when thugs cry (do you still wanna be a thug) Dear God Oh, why does it have to be this way? Ah Children of today won't stay wise Let the children hear, when thugs cry Dear God Oh, why? And all I see are these paranoid bitches, illegal inventions Bustin' muthafuckers with uppercuts, I leave 'em with dentures 'Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the Don I write your name on a piece of paper, and now your family's gone Well perpetrate like you could handle my team So merciless in mind, try to take command of your dreams Leavin' muthafuckers drownin' in they own blood Clown and takin' pictures later Laugh at the punk bitches that turned snitches Regulate my area, the terror I represent Make your people disappear, you wonderin' where they went Am I cold, or is it just I sold my soul? Addicted to the streets, never found 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 Oh, why should you send your child off to die? In the streets of chalk where they die (I shed tattoo tears for years) Let no wrongs, cry out, when thugs cry (to my dead homeboys and the prison peace) Dear God Oh, why does it have to be this way? Ah (Y'all ain't never heard my cries, nigga, what about if you would die) Children of today won't stay wise Let the children hear, when thugs cry Dear God Oh, why should you send your child off to die? In the streets of chalk where they die Let no wrongs, cry out, when thugs cry Dear God Oh, why does it have to be this way? Ah Children of today won't stay wise Let the children hear, when thugs cry Dear God Oh, why?
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