2pac When Thugs Cry(Official Instrumental)

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    this is the closest you'll get to the official real instrumental. no remakes no bullshit

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  • @messamurai2658
    @messamurai2658 2 ปีที่แล้ว +33

    I want this HEAVENLY MELODY to be played AT my funeral.

    • @swaveekeepitjumpin2031
      @swaveekeepitjumpin2031 2 ปีที่แล้ว +4

      Thought I was the only one 😂🤦🏽‍♂️

    • @amarshakur3580
      @amarshakur3580 2 ปีที่แล้ว

      @@swaveekeepitjumpin2031 No Hes Not Brother

    • @jameshowardclarkiii
      @jameshowardclarkiii 2 ปีที่แล้ว +2

      Facts 💯

    • @BlueCheese-xj3oh
      @BlueCheese-xj3oh 5 หลายเดือนก่อน

      I'll remember this for when your time comes

    • @messamurai2658
      @messamurai2658 5 หลายเดือนก่อน

      @@BlueCheese-xj3oh THANK YOU! THAT WASN'T CHEESY AT ALL BUT DEFINITELY BLUE.

  • @aymanech4457
    @aymanech4457 ปีที่แล้ว +3

    [Intro]
    When thugs cry
    Now I lay me down to sleep
    I pray the Lord my guns to keep
    If I die before I wake
    I pray the Lord my soul to take
    Got us dyin'
    When thugs cry, times is hard
    [Verse 1]
    Born thuggin', and lovin' the way I came up
    Big money clutchin', bustin' while evadin' cocaine busts
    My pulse rushin', semi clutchin' into insanity
    They shot at my cousin, now we bustin' at they whole family
    The coppers wanna see me buried, I ain't worried
    I got a line on the D.A. ‘cause I'm fuckin' his secretary
    I black out and start cussin', bust 'em and touch 'em all
    They panic, and bitches duckin', I rush 'em and fuck 'em all
    I'll probably be an old man before I understand
    Why I have to live my life with pistols close at hand
    Kidnapped my homie's 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 out on politicians, even cops
    I ain't lyin', they got me sleepin' with my infrared beams
    And in my dreams I hear motherfuckers screamin'
    What is the meanin' when thugs cry?
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    [Hook: singer & (2Pac)]
    Oh, why should you send your child off to die?
    In the streets of chalk where they lie
    Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry, dear God (when thugs cry)
    Oh my, does it have to be this way?
    Our children of today won't stay wise
    Let the children hear when thugs cry, dear God, oh why?
    [Verse 2]
    Maybe my addiction to friction got me buggin'
    Where is the love?, never quit my ambition to thug
    Ain't shed a tear since the old school years of elementary
    Niggas I used to love, enclosed in Penitentiaries
    But 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 along with your pop, and plus your moms is gone
    Where did we go wrong? I put my soul in the 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' changed in this dirty game, everything's 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
    [Hook: singer]
    Oh, why should you send your child off to die?
    In the streets of chalk where they lie
    Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry, dear God
    Oh my, does it have to be this way?
    Our children of today won't stay wise
    Let the children hear when thugs cry, dear God, oh why?
    [Verse 3]
    And all I see is these paranoid bitches, illegal adventures
    Bustin' motherfuckers with uppercuts, I leave 'em with dentures
    ‘Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the Don
    I write your name wit' a piece of paper, now your family's gone
    Why perpetrate like you can handle my team?
    So merciless in my attack I take command of your dreams
    Leavin' motherfuckers drownin' in they own blood
    Clownin', takin' pictures later
    Laugh 'bout them punk bitches that turned snitches
    Regulate my area, the terror I represent
    Makin' your people disappear, you wonderin' where they went
    Am I cold, or is it just I sold my soul?
    Addicted to these streets, never find 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
    [Hook: singer]
    Oh, why should you send your child off to die?
    In the streets of chalk where they lie
    Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry, dear God
    Oh my, does it have to be this way?
    Our children of today won't stay wise
    Let the children hear when thugs cry, dear God, oh why?
    Oh, why should you send your child off to die?
    In the streets of chalk where they lie
    Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry, dear God
    Oh my, does it have to be this way?
    Our children of today won't stay wise
    Let the children hear when thugs cry, dear God, oh why?
    [Collision]
    I shed tattooed tears for years
    For my dead homeboys and my prison peers
    Y'all ain't never heard my cries
    Now you wonder why would you die?
    [Additional/Original version Outro]
    Ayy Nas, remember that shit you said? I don't know what magazine you said it on... Some shit about we're sending thugs to whoever & whenever. You need to go to the record store and check out some of the albums you've been putting out, because you been spitting this thug shit for a while now. I know you've been listening cuz you've been biting this shit so, uh recognize and realize before your ass get rolled on!...

  • @thebigcj517
    @thebigcj517 3 ปีที่แล้ว +6

    Thank You For This 🔥🔥

  • @ant.-k7006
    @ant.-k7006 ปีที่แล้ว +2

    ... Come take my Body God! Don't let me suffer any longer, smoke a pound of marijuana. Cause I know it ain't long ...

  • @mauricemoseley2361
    @mauricemoseley2361 ปีที่แล้ว +1

    Who made this beat. Whoever it is like Gordon Ramsay and should be treaded as such. Cooked a holesome meal on this. Love Pac best rapper dead or alive.

  • @rythmandpoesia
    @rythmandpoesia 8 หลายเดือนก่อน

    Um dos meus álbuns prediletos! Eterno PAC ❤❤❤❤

  • @user-os1ob7dl1u
    @user-os1ob7dl1u 10 หลายเดือนก่อน +1

    R.I.P. Johnny J and 2pac

    • @BlueCheese-xj3oh
      @BlueCheese-xj3oh 5 หลายเดือนก่อน

      Did Johnny j create this beat

  • @romariomeikle6350
    @romariomeikle6350 2 ปีที่แล้ว

    Love this ❤❤ I listen the song then have to listen the riddim🔥🔥🔥

  • @1.shivo.1
    @1.shivo.1 2 ปีที่แล้ว

    Nah when I die I wanna sit at the table where Tupac and easy E and bigge. Where they all smoke and drink liquor and freestyles🙏🥰❤️🕊️

  • @DavonStew
    @DavonStew 3 หลายเดือนก่อน

    I’m confused how did u remake this so we’ll make a tutorial video

  • @deni6885
    @deni6885 2 ปีที่แล้ว +1

    Dude, which program did u use to recreate the instrumental?

  • @MikeHundredist
    @MikeHundredist 3 ปีที่แล้ว +1

    Dope

  • @vinicius-mdg8184
    @vinicius-mdg8184 3 ปีที่แล้ว +1

    Yeah

  • @Onlygoodenergys
    @Onlygoodenergys 2 ปีที่แล้ว +1

    ❤🙏

  • @thebigcj517
    @thebigcj517 3 ปีที่แล้ว +1

    Need 2pac hennessey instrumental

  • @adamsteel4098
    @adamsteel4098 3 ปีที่แล้ว +4

    Is it possible tupac would of dissed emnem cause I honestly do believe so

    • @2Pac.Thadon
      @2Pac.Thadon  3 ปีที่แล้ว +2

      100% but it wouldn't be no Eminem if Makaveli was still in the spotlight.

  • @AhmadiyyatCentenary
    @AhmadiyyatCentenary 2 ปีที่แล้ว +2

    Unofficial.

  • @chekihill6816
    @chekihill6816 ปีที่แล้ว +1

    TH-cam. CHEKI HILL