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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***as, this is how it sounds:
("Sup, n***a! Wutup?!") "Ain't nothin', n***a," give my n***as 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 n***as plottin':
"I’m gonna kill this n***a 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 n***a on the run, this what real n***as do:
"You can stay at my crib, I heard what happened, come through"
A bitch or a n***a can help a n***a hide
Open up the front door and welcome you inside
Coward n***a 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***a's bird
And that bitch is foul – do you know that ho's style?!
When he was locked up, she had another n***a's child
The other n***a'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 n***a came home, I said it wasn't right
9 months later, shit got crazy
N***a 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, n***a!")
Drove all the way home ("Man, shit is real, n***a!")
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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