[Intro: 2Pac]
When thugs cry
(When thugs cry, I hear you busters out there talking)
God, forgive us for our sins
(About you thugs living this thug life, thug this and thug that)
This go to my nigga Kato
(Motherfuckers die)
My nigga Mental
(Still wanna be a thug?)
When thugs cry
From all your homeboys
Wild ass place, know what I mean
(wanna cry like thugs cry?)
The world ain't ready for us homie, the world ain't ready
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Born thuggin', and lovin' the way I came up
Big money clutchin', bustin' while evadin' cocaine busts
My pulse rushin', semi clutchin' into insanity
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 fuckin' his secretary
I black out and start cussin', bust 'em and touch 'em all
They panic, and bitches duckin', I rush 'em and fuck '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 motherfuckers screamin'
What is the meanin' when thugs cry?
When thugs cry
(When thugs cry, I hear you busters out there talking)
God, forgive us for our sins
(About you thugs living this thug life, thug this and thug that)
This go to my nigga Kato
(Motherfuckers die)
My nigga Mental
(Still wanna be a thug?)
When thugs cry
From all your homeboys
Wild ass place, know what I mean
(wanna cry like thugs cry?)
The world ain't ready for us homie, the world ain't ready
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Born thuggin', and lovin' the way I came up
Big money clutchin', bustin' while evadin' cocaine busts
My pulse rushin', semi clutchin' into insanity
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 fuckin' his secretary
I black out and start cussin', bust 'em and touch 'em all
They panic, and bitches duckin', I rush 'em and fuck '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 motherfuckers screamin'
What is the meanin' when thugs cry?
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