When Thugs Cry

How can you just leave me standin,
Alone in a world thats so cold,
Maybe Im just to demandin,
Or maybe Im just like my father, too bold,
Maybe Im just like my mother,
Shes never satisfied,
Why do we scream at each other,
This is what it sounds like,(uh huh)
When thugs cry,

yo, First off i got a seed come'n,
So I wont even front like I dont need nothin,
Dependin on record sales for me to see somethin,
But that fall back, how the fk Im supposed to feed little Budden,
I've been to jail before I've been a b*m before,
But a nigg* aint never had a son before,
I've dealt wit pain and fire, I've done bang wit fighta's,
But I aint never changed a dippa' (I aint ready)
Ever since i signed been on my back,
Like mouse what up, when I'm gettin on the track,
So the hood hates me, Figured they be much kinda,
Like Joe congratulations and we come'n right behind'ya,
Everybody in the hood like that,
Since Im responsible for everybody in the hood that rap,
They dont like how I do s**t,
Say I changed, Im the same nigg* that ya'll went to high school wit,
After all these years, still the same drug addict,
And its fked up, Im sober wit them same drug habits,
I still pinch, thief, con, and lie, rob, shoot,
Difference now is I aint high,
Cats is after me, at least I gotta crew to warn me,
But I dont like walkin around wit this 32 on me,
at least my mans is real, at least me families there,
Is it wroth rap, the answers yeah,
But I dont know...

How can you just leave me standin,
Alone in a world thats so cold,
Maybe Im just to demandin,
Or maybe Im just like my father, too bold,
Maybe Im just like my mother,
Shes never satisfied,
Why do we scream at each other,
This is what it sounds like,
When thugs cry,

Yo, I'm a surviva', I've seen darker days,
A mommas boy wit my fathers ways,
But i had to see my mom in tears,
When pops went to the store for them newports, that he musta' stay fine in years,
My little brother lives in the same state, I didnt know that,
Yeah I gotta little brother, I didnt know that
See I was never told that,
if so I woulda' been at the door wit a basketball and a Kodak,
Love my baby moms to death, she dont believe that,
s**t I aint ever there for her to see that,
Dont wanna lose my wiz, beggin her to do this bid,
Not jail but this music s**t,
And I your family hate me, but weve come far,
Just us against the world un-armed, me and my girlfriend,
Come a time when your mind aint right, and you palm a luga,
And you get used to not bein useda,
Im cool wit where the lord place me,
But I hold my heat, and pray I never have to take it off safety,
I pray for all my , pitchen on the curve Jersey City,
Itll get the recognition it deserves,
I pray for me son, hell have genes like me,
Pray that he dont have to go everything like me,
Pray to god bring out the things, I never knew I had in me,
The rest of my mom and dad in me, (uhh huhh)

How can you just leave me standin,
Alone in a world thats so cold,
Maybe Im just to demandin,
Or maybe Im just like my father, too bold,
Maybe Im just like my mother,
Shes never satisfied,
Why do we scream at each other,
This is what it sounds like,
When thugs cry...