Testo When thugs cry Joe Budden

When thugs cry

How can you just leave me standin,
Alone in a world that's so cold,
Maybe I'm just to demandin,
Or maybe I'm just like my father, too bold,
Maybe I'm 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 don't need nothin,
Dependin on record sales for me to see somethin,
But that fall back, how the fuck I'm supposed to feed little Budden,
I've been to jail before I've been a bum before,
But a nigga 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 niggas 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 I'm responsible for everybody in the hood that rap,
They don't like how I do shit,
Say I changed, I'm the same nigga that ya'll went to high school wit,
After all these years, still the same drug addict,
And it's fucked up, I'm 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 don't 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 don't know...

How can you just leave me standin,
Alone in a world that's so cold,
Maybe I'm just to demandin,
Or maybe I'm just like my father, too bold,
Maybe I'm 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 didn't know that,
Yeah I gotta little brother, I didn't 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 don't believe that,
Shit I aint ever 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 your family hate me, but we've 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',
I'm 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 niggas, pitchen on the curve Jersey City,
It'll get the recognition it deserves,
I pray for me son, he'll have genes like me,
Pray that he don't 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 that's so cold,
Maybe I'm just to demandin,
Or maybe I'm just like my father, too bold,
Maybe I'm just like my mother,
Shes never satisfied,
Why do we scream at each other,
This is what it sounds like,
When thugs cry...