we all faded My nigga Edi had a son we all happy 'Cause now that little ridah got to deal with eight daddies My niggaz cry, we all cry, and all ride
fed time Won't see parole Imagine life as a convict What's getten' old Plus with tha drama We're lookin out for your babies mama Taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks
by Bill Ungerman Dirty neon lights, the traffic's cry Footsteps echo on the street The cheap but lovely chicks And a sawbuck for a trick And she'll
it sounds like when thugz cry, when thugz cry This is what it sounds like, when thugz cry (4X) This is what it sounds like when thugz cry, when thugz cry
fittin to talk to me I keep it pimpin so don't talk to me If it ain't 'bout business, cause talk is cheap (talk is cheap) [Verse 2 - Chamillionaire -
listen to both the sides, We're low-lives, We go blind jerking off to the eclipse, The sun was pulling cheap shots doing commercial body tricks, Behind
m dying, I think I'm dying for another one The sound, what a broke neck What a lion, I need another and another one The sound, what a cheap trick What
'm dying I think i'm dying for another one The sound what a broke neck What a lion I need another and another one The sound what cheap trick What a habit
fittin to talk to me I keep it pimpin so don't talk to me If it ain't 'bout business, cause talk is cheap (talk is cheap) [Verse 2: Chamillionaire -
I'm in a whiptail smashin' it Mase wen't to chruch, set down, imagine it Who me? Devil's Advocate Shit Tell a tail to cry, just so you could fail to lie
it sounds like when thugz cry, when thugz cry This is what it sounds like, when thugz cry [4X] This is what it sounds like when thugz cry, when thugz cry
, commit suicide Dial 1-800-Cyanide line Far as life, yo it ain't worth it Put a rope around your neck and jerk it The trick didn't work Your life was
fair listen to both the sides We're low-lives We go blind jerking off to the eclipse The sun was pulling cheap shots doing commercial body tricks Behind
that we quote In shallow conversation as if we have deep throats We chokin on confusion Now show up as a heat stroke of we need coats Trading in our cheap
time won't see parole imagine life as a convict that's getten' old plus with tha drama we're lookin out for your babies mama taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks
smokin and drinkin, and yet we all faded My ni**a Edi had a son we all happy Cause now that little ridah got to deal with eight daddies My ni**az cry, we all cry