When Thugz Cry

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Yeah, it's that vibe right here
 Reminiscin' on when a nigga was locked down
 Who woulda thought I'd get out and have shit locked down?
 Since the day I clocked in I never clocked out
 It's All Money In, no money out
 When I hit the block, jaws drop, the neighbors watch
 And haters plot and ain't no stoppin', yeah, we major poppin'
 Goin' robbin' was my favorite hobby
 Eighteen, was on my way to the pen, shoulda been on my way to college
 Used to eat Top Ramen, now I eat steak and lobster
 No mama, no father, streets made a monster
 We used to watch Godfather, we was playin' mobsters
 We the Black Italian mafia with a plate of pasta
 Fifteen years old, I used to play with choppers
 Serve yay to knockers, got away from helicopters
 In school they say, "You grow up, you can be a doctor"
 They said, "Be a fireman", they tell you, "Be a cop"
 I wanted to rap and own businesses, that ain't my options
 I was born to hate the police, they killed my mama
 I wanted to bang and do music and make a profit
 I coulda bought her a house, wish I could take her shoppin'
 My whole life I been through tough times
 But granny told me life was gon' be a rough ride
 And what's the whole point of livin' if you must die?
 I guess this is just what it sounds like when thugs cry
 My whole life I been through tough times
 But granny told me life was gon' be a rough ride
 And what's the whole point of livin' if you must die?
 I guess this is just what it sounds like when thugs cry
 I got shot, I was sixteen, was on the scene
 Before niggas was on lean or rollin' on a bean
 RSC on my buckle, no Louis on my jeans
 Since I was nine years old I been smokin' weed
 I had to bury my brother when I was fourteen
 On top of my mama casket you see the loc in me
 It was missions on missions, who was as cold as me?
 When that shit fuck with my feelings, you get smoked for free
 Gun cases after gun cases, never won cases
 Just got sent to the pen, nigga, the judge racist
 They threw me in them cages, who is he to judge races?
 I ain't walk the stage but I get paid to walk on stages
 This a chapter of my life, we just flippin' pages
 Many situations, trials and tribulations
 Watch your statements, ain't no statutes of limitations
 Indictments, don't be they process of elimination
 My whole life I been through tough times
 But granny told me life was gon' be a rough ride
 And what's the whole point of livin' if you must die?
 I guess this is just what it sounds like when thugs cry
 My whole life I been through tough times
 But granny told me life was gon' be a rough ride
 And what's the whole point of livin' if you must die?
 I guess this is just what it sounds like when thugs cry

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Duration
03:04
Key
2
Tempo
84 BPM

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