Lyrics Thug's Cry - Young Moe

Ay you know sometimes you gotta turn the left blinker and turn right
These niggas be throwin′ crosses knowin' I′m Muslim

I try to lead the way (yeah)
I try to ease ya pain (for real)
I saw them callin' me when I was
Ballin' but they tryna freeze the game (uh uh)
I′m callin′ them brother they callin' me
Bro, I don′t think it mean the same (for real)
I told my plug to send me whatever
Man I know the season change (come on)
I see the better in niggas and I try to get it up out 'em (oh)
If I love somebody ain′t nothin' that
You could be tellin′ me 'bout em (no)
I don't believe it
They see me winnin′ they make it a problem
Two hundred in hundreds I gave to my momma
And I got some niggas who stuck at the bottom
But they comin′ home and I told 'em I got ′em
I gave them a brush and they painted a picture (picture)
How you a rat and a hitter? (Damn)
Countin' these racks on the shitter (yeah)
Pushin′ out babies they think I'm a sitter
I know some people who really pretend that they wanna see me do better
I never thought that our friendship would end
I thought we was Locked In For Ever

Am I wasting all this time we spent together?
Or am I questioning the ones that make me better?
Would you be the one I need in desperate measures?
No need to find the key ′cuz we locked in forever
If you my brotha then I'm yo brotha
If ima drive then hold my cutta
Don't got no time to show my colors
If you dig I′ll be your shovel
You my bitch then be my lover and don′t ask me 'bout no other

I took all of my pain and I made stripes, I′m beefin'
My clientele don′t fuck with no lows I gave 'em to bro, we eatin′
Let a nigga play with my life ima take his ass out, I'm treatin'
Street shit so turnt up right now don′t ask for no pic, I′m reachin'
I got junkies geekin′ its ok 'cuz they payin′ me for it
Sayin' you lovin′ on me then show it
Caught a op down bad I'm scorin'
I know niggas I used to be with tippin′ need to go get ′em insurance
Never I knew I had that bucket
Til I got in that foreign (whoa)

That's a thug cry
The feeling you gettin′ of lettin' your blood slide
Never seen money or drugs lie
Allah yar7amo the love died
(That′s a thug cry, that's a thug cry,
That′s a thug cry, Allah yar7amo the love died)