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 niggas, this is how it sounds:
("Sup, nigga! Wutup?!") "Ain't nothin', nigga," give my niggas pounds
This is what it sounds like when I’m with my hoes:
("Take it, ugh, take it, bitch, take it!")
Hard dicks, bitch, you fuckin' with a pro
This is what I’m thinkin' when you bitch niggas plottin':
"I’m gonna kill this nigga right now, I got him"
This is what he say right before the lead hit him:
("Yo, please! Don’t shoot!")
Man, fuck 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 nigga on the run, this what real niggas do:
"You can stay at my crib, I heard what happened, come through"
A bitch or a nigga can help a nigga hide
Open up the front door and welcome you inside
Coward nigga 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 nigga's bird
And that bitch is foul – do you know that ho's style?!
When he was locked up, she had another nigga's child
The other nigga's me – yeah, I knew that was his wife
What the fuck am I gonna do? Bitch is begging for the pipe
And I was coming through on the reggy every night
But then this nigga came home, I said it wasn't right
9 months later, shit got crazy
Nigga flipped out when she said it ain't his baby
Slapped her up ("Bitch!") gun-butt her with the nine ("Fuckin' bitch!")
Put it to her head ("Who's is it?!?"), 'til she told him it was mine ("Who???")
"You fucking bastard! 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, nigga!")
Drove all the way home ("Man, shit is real, nigga!")
Got back to the hood, it was raining and pouring
Knocking on this bitch 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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