2Pac – When Thugz Cry Lyrics

When Thugz Cry

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"When Thugz Cry." - 2Pac

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 07:39 am

Album: Until the End of Time

Track No: 03

When thugs cry
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to Lord my guns to keep
If I die before I wake
I pray to Lord my soul to take
Got us dyin'
When thugs cry
Times is hard

Born thuggin' and lovin' the way I came up, big money clutchin'
Bustin' while evadin' cocaine bust
My po's rushin' to my cushin' into insanity
They shot at my cousin, now we bustin' at they whole family
The cowards wanna see me buried, I ain't worried
I got a loan on the D.A. 'cause I'm fuckin' the secretary
I black out, start cussin', bust 'em and touch 'em all
They panicin', bitches duckin', I rush 'em and fuck 'em all

Probably be an old man before I understand
Why I had to live my life with pistols close in hand
Kidnapped my homie sister cut her face up bad
They even raped her, so we blazed they pad
Automatic shots rang out on every block
They puttin' hits on the politicians even cops
I ain't lyin', they got me sleeping' with my infrared beams
And in my dreams I hear muthafucker screamin'
What's the meanin'? When thugs cry

Oh, why should you send your child off to die?
In the streets of chalk, where they die
Let no wrongs, cry out, when thugs cry
Dear God (when thugs cry)
Oh, why does it have to be this way? Ah
Children of today won't stay wise (when thugs cry)
Let the children hear when thugs cry
Dear God
Oh, why?

Maybe my addiction to friction got me buggin'
Where is the love, never quit my ambitions to thug
Ain't shed a tear since the old school years of elementary
Niggas I used to love enclosed in penitentiaries
Still homie keep it real, how does it feel?
To lose your life over something that you did as a kid
You all alone no communication, block on the phone
Don't get alone with your pops and plus your moms is gone

Where did we go wrong? I put my soul in this song
To help us grow in time, but now our minds are gone
We went from brothers and sisters to niggas and bitches
We went from welfare livin' to worldwide riches
But somethin' change in this dirty game
Everything strange, lost all my homies over cocaine, man
See they ask me if I shed a tear, I ain't lie
See, you gotta get high or die, 'cause even thugs cry

Oh, why should you send your child off to die?
In the streets of chalk, where they die (when thugs cry)
(We don't shed a tear, she shed blood)
Let no wrongs, cry out, when thugs cry (do you still wanna be a thug)
Dear God
Oh, why does it have to be this way? Ah
Children of today won't stay wise
Let the children hear, when thugs cry
Dear God
Oh, why?

And all I see are these paranoid bitches, illegal inventions
Bustin' muthafuckers with uppercuts, I leave 'em with dentures
'Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the Don
I write your name on a piece of paper, and now your family's gone
Well perpetrate like you could handle my team
So merciless in mind, try to take command of your dreams
Leavin' muthafuckers drownin' in they own blood
Clown and takin' pictures later
Laugh at the punk bitches that turned snitches

Regulate my area, the terror I represent
Make your people disappear, you wonderin' where they went
Am I cold, or is it just I sold my soul?
Addicted to the streets, never found true peace I'm told
Come take my body, God, don't let me suffer any longer
Smoke a pound of marijuana, so I know it ain't long
Where is the end to all my misery? Is there a close?
I suppose that's why I murder my foes
When thugs cry

Oh, why should you send your child off to die?
In the streets of chalk where they die (I shed tattoo tears for years)
Let no wrongs, cry out, when thugs cry (to my dead homeboys and the prison peace)
Dear God
Oh, why does it have to be this way? Ah
(Y'all ain't never heard my cries, nigga, what about if you would die)
Children of today won't stay wise
Let the children hear, when thugs cry
Dear God

Oh, why should you send your child off to die?
In the streets of chalk where they die
Let no wrongs, cry out, when thugs cry
Dear God
Oh, why does it have to be this way? Ah
Children of today won't stay wise
Let the children hear, when thugs cry
Dear God
Oh, why?

Writer(s): 2Pac & Johnny Jackson.

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