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When Thugs Cry

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[Chorus]

How can you just leave me standin`

alone in a world that`s so cold

maybe I`m just too demandin`

maybe I`m just like my father too bold

maybe I`m just like my mother

she`s never satisfied

why do we scream at each other

this is what it sounds like when thugs cry

[Verse 1]

(yo) First off I got a seed comin`

so I won`t even front like I don`t need nothin`

dependin` on record sales for me to see

somethin`

but if that fall back how the fuck I`m supposed to feed little Budden

I been to jail before

I been a bum before

but a nigga ain`t never had a son before

I dealt with caine and fire

I done banged with fighters

but I ain`t never changed

a diaper

I ain`t ready

ever since I signed niggas been on my back

like mouse what up, when I`m gettin` on the track

and

so the hood hates me

figured they be much kinder like Joe congradulations and we comin` right behind ya

everybody in the

hood I dap

says I`m responible for everybody in the hood that raps

they don`t like how I do shit

say I changed

I`m the

same nigga that ya`ll went to high school with

after all these years I`m still the same drug addict

and it`s fucked up I`m

sober with them same drug habits

I still pinch, thief, con and lie, rob, shoot

difference now is I ain`t high

Cats is after

me

atleast I got a crew to warn me

I don`t like walkin` around with this 32 on me

atleast my mans is real

atleast my

family`s there

is it worth rappin`

the answers yeah but I don`t know...

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

yo I`m a survivor

I seen darker days

a mama`s boy with my father`s ways

but I had to see my mom in tears

when pop went

to the store for them newports that he must ain`t find in years

my little brother lives in the same state

I ain`t know

that

I got a little brother

I didn`t know that

see I was never told that

if so I`d of been at the door with a basketball

and a kodak

love my baby moms to death

she don`t believe that

shit I ain`t never there for her to see that

don`t wanna

lose my wiz

beggin` her to do this bid

not jail but this music shit

and I know your family hate me but we come far

just

us against the world unarmed

me and my girlfriend

come a time when your mind ain`t right and you (??)

and you get used

to not being used to

I`m cool with where the lord placed me

but I hold my heat and pray I never have to take it off

safety

I pray for all my niggas pinchin` on the curb

Jersey City will get the recognition it deserves

I pray for my son,

he`ll have genes like me

pray that he don`t have to go through everything like me

pray to God to bring out the things I

never knew I had in me

the rest of my mom and dad in me (uh huh)

[Chorus]

[Thanks to badazzdominican@yahoo.com for these lyrics]

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