[Chorus]
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How can you just leave me standin'
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alone in a world that's so cold
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maybe I'm just too demandin'
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maybe I'm just like my father too bold
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maybe I'm just like my mother
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she's never satisfied
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why do we scream at each other
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this is what it sounds like when thugs cry
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[Verse 1]
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(yo) First off I got a seed comin'
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so I won't even front like I don't need nothin'
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dependin' on record sales for me to see
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somethin'
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but if that fall back how the fuck I'm supposed to feed little Budden
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I been to jail before
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I been a bum before
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but a nigga ain't never had a son before
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I dealt with caine and fire
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I done banged with fighters
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but I ain't never changed
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a diaper
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I ain't ready
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ever since I signed niggas been on my back
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like mouse what up, when I'm gettin' on the track
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and
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so the hood hates me
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figured they be much kinder like Joe congradulations and we comin' right behind ya
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everybody in the
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hood I dap
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says I'm responible for everybody in the hood that raps
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they don't like how I do shit
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say I changed
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I'm the
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same nigga that ya'll went to high school with
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after all these years I'm still the same drug addict
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and it's fucked up I'm
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sober with them same drug habits
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I still pinch, thief, con and lie, rob, shoot
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difference now is I ain't high
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Cats is after
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me
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atleast I got a crew to warn me
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I don't like walkin' around with this 32 on me
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atleast my mans is real
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atleast my
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family's there
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is it worth rappin'
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the answers yeah but I don't know...
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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yo I'm a survivor
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I seen darker days
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a mama's boy with my father's ways
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but I had to see my mom in tears
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when pop went
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to the store for them newports that he must ain't find in years
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my little brother lives in the same state
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I ain't know
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that
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I got a little brother
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I didn't know that
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see I was never told that
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if so I'd of been at the door with a basketball
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and a kodak
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love my baby moms to death
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she don't believe that
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shit I ain't never there for her to see that
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don't wanna
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lose my wiz
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beggin' her to do this bid
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not jail but this music shit
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and I know your family hate me but we come far
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just
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us against the world unarmed
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me and my girlfriend
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come a time when your mind ain't right and you (??)
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and you get used
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to not being used to
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I'm cool with where the lord placed me
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but I hold my heat and pray I never have to take it off
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safety
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I pray for all my niggas pinchin' on the curb
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Jersey City will get the recognition it deserves
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I pray for my son,
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he'll have genes like me
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pray that he don't have to go through everything like me
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pray to God to bring out the things I
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never knew I had in me
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the rest of my mom and dad in me (uh huh)
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[Chorus]
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When Thugs Cry
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Joe Budden |