Bizzy:
. . . when the thugs cry
This is what it sounds like [this is what it sounds like, this is what
it sounds like . . .] . . .
. . . when the thugs cry [when the thugs cry, when the thugs cry].

Bizzy: [bad word]  we represent the planet.  Get schizophrenic and panic.  Maybe
their parents would understand if they get off they [bad word] 
And man, how do you manage?  Paranoid, don't even [bad word] my boys.  Watch
for them plots and the ploys, and boys scopin'
like a dope fiend, when I'm smoked in these alleys with these ghetto
guns and erased [bad word]  Watts niggas in Cali take
bullets to the brains, still rowdy.  Jesus really never died--you [bad word] Him to a suicide.  Who am I?  Loco with vocals, goin'
coast to coast.  Heaven'll move me, right, for sure.  Deception within
my brethren, but sunny days when I parlay.  Get killed
when I get to steppin'.  Remember the weapon [bad word]  and the doctor said
I need time to myself where ocean flows, Rip in
this, thug for the Bone, up puttin' this independent stardom.  Seven
relentless evil intentions, nobody knows 'em, even a
henchmen.  Where will you go?  We never did mention about my lady
rebel.  And we can get this choke on.  And we can get
this choke on.  And we can get this choke on.  And we can get this
smoke on, when the thugs cry.

This is what it sounds like (this is what it sounds like,)
. . when the thugs cry
[when the thugs cry, when the thugs cry].
[Are you ready, ready?]

Bizzy:
We keepin' the lights on [bad word] and I ain't [bad word]  the boss,
lookin' at me y.  Take your clothes off, and my [bad word] ll go
soft.  Never mix business with your sickness.  Enemy see me trippin'
at the picnic with your little divide and conquer, but my
sister was ready to bomb her.  Get off the diznick and up off my
boys.  Me and my boys, give us a choice.  How could you
ever tell Sony that I was the only one was makin' noise?  Ain't it a
breech of [bad word]   Look in the gutter.  Ha!  Never judge your
book by the cover.  Word to the [bad word]   Huh, I didn't studder.
But what if I lost and I came in the office, and nobody
noticed went in with explosives on top of Versace clothes.  Give up the
ghost.  Krayzie's Picasso.  Little Layzie's like Caesar.
Stack's like Joe Pesci in Casino, and Wish don't give a [bad word]  ho.  I'm
Gambino.  And the walking dead woke up on the wrong
side of the bed.  Bible of survival, triple six rivals [triple six
rivals, rivals]--none of you said, but I roll with killas, niggas
that'll bust a [bad word]   We don't feel strapped in the bed, kickin' up the
camp on the realest, the realest, the realest.

This is what it sounds like
(this is what it sounds like).
[Yeah, yeah, yeah . . . ]
. . . when the thugs cry
[when the thugs cry, when the thugs cry].
[Are you ready, ready, ready?]  Oh no!

Bizzy:
Here to make your body shake, when it's too late, soon as you flipped
off the safety.  Baby, this be all day, don't tell me you
crazy.  Would they tell me?  [bad word]  naw.  But the reason there's
weepin', we off with a demon, so cheap.  And at least she
peekin', so peep deep down in your pockets.  Don't [bad word]  with
my [bad word]  Lucifer usually uses it [bad word] all these
wicked tricks in the school of these ghetto games.  And the fool, this [bad word] is missin'.  Shame, shame, shame.  Enemies attackin'
me.  Actually I'm in the grave, ask Mr. Majesty.  These
casualties--well, they passin' me by, but I hear death callin', when
it's
so cold in a room, who's stallin'?  [bad word] after me, and we say,
 [bad word] ya'll."  Haul into battle [we battle, battle].