When Thugs Die lyrics

Uh-huh, uh-huh yeah... 'cause it's real in the field
And in the field, it is real
Ill Will, y'all
Yo, yo, yo...

This is what it sounds like when a thugs dies
Pow, pow, pow – we won't cry
This is what it sounds like when thugs die
Pow, pow, pow – mom's cry
This is what it sounds like when thugs die
Pow, pow, pow – tears from your eye
This is what it sounds like when thugs die
Pow, pow, pow – tears from your moms eyes

When I’m with my n*ggas, this is how it sounds:
("Sup, n*gga! Wutup?!") "Ain't nothin', n*gga," give my n*ggas pounds
This is what it sounds like when I’m with my hoes:
("Take it, ugh, take it, b*tch, take it!")
Hard di*ks, b*tch, you f*ckin' with a pro
This is what I’m thinkin' when you b*tch n*ggas plottin':
"I’m gonna kill this n*gga right now, I got him"
This is what he say right before the lead hit him:
("Yo, please! Don’t shoot!")
Man, f*ck that – I did him
When the cops come, this is what a rat say:
"He shot 'em 4 times and he ran that way!"
Now a n*gga on the run, this what real n*ggas do:
"You can stay at my crib, I heard what happened, come through"
A b*tch or a n*gga can help a n*gga hide
Open up the front door and welcome you inside
Coward n*gga want war, well, then we gonna ride
Get the pump or the 4-4, and catch a homicide
This is what it sounds like when a thugs dies
Pow, pow, pow – we won't cry
This is what it sounds like when thugs die
Pow, pow, pow – mom's cry
This is what it sounds like when thugs die
Pow, pow, pow – tears from your eye
This is what it sounds like when thugs die
Pow, pow, pow – tears from your moms eyes

At his funeral, this is what you heard:
"Oh god, they killed him, oh god!"
Yeah, that was that n*gga's bird
And that b*tch is foul – do you know that ho's style?!
When he was locked up, she had another n*gga's child
The other n*gga's me – yeah, I knew that was his wife
What the f*ck am I gonna do? b*tch is begging for the pipe
And I was coming through on the reggy every night
But then this n*gga came home, I said it wasn't right
9 months later, sh*t got crazy
n*gga flipped out when she said it ain't his baby
Slapped her up ("b*tch!") gun-butt her with the nine ("f*ckin' b*tch!")
Put it to her head ("Who's is it?!?"), 'til she told him it was mine ("Who???")
"You f*cking bast*rd! I'ma bury him! 6 feet deep!"
Heard he looking for me daily, carrying his heat
Now he’s under the ground, may he rest in peace
'Cause he was married to a ho, and I was married to the street
Now, this is what it sounds like when thugs die
Pow, pow, pow – your moms cry
This is what it sounds like when thugs die
Pow, pow, pow – moms cries
This is what it sounds like when thugs die
Pow, pow, pow – tears from your eye
This is what it sounds like when thugs die
Pow, pow, pow – tears from your moms eyes

Its been 2 years, ain’t nobody catch me
Hennessy and Pepsi, my TEC will protect me
Out of state, made a lot of cake, they respect me
Got a new identity, hoes want to sex me
Havin' memories of my seed kind of stress me
'Cause my son is 2 and his appearance reflects me
Got a new Lex GS ("Chrome wheels, n*gga!")
Drove all the way home ("Man, sh*t is real, n*gga!")
Got back to the hood, it was raining and pouring
Knocking on this b*tch door, like 3 in the morning
She knew I was comin', I saw a cop, 2 of 'em running
Let off 4 shots, then I caught 2 in the stomach
She set me up, the rain and the lead wet me up
Pow, pow, pow – that’s the sound of a thug dead, 'cause...

This is what it sounds like when thugs die
Pow, pow, pow – your moms cry
This is what it sounds like when thugs die
Pow, pow, pow – moms cries
This is what it sounds like when thugs die
Pow, pow, pow – tears from your eye
This is what it sounds like when thugs die
Pow, pow, pow – tears from your moms eyes
Pow, pow, pow, pow...
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