thug luv Songtext / Lyric

Thug Luv
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, and 2Pac
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2Pac
Nigga, We doin' this shit from Cleveland to L.A., nigga. Whatever you niggas want
We bringin' it! Thug luv, nigga. Bitch! What time is it? Yo, I don't give a fuck where you lay at
Nigga, it's time to slay these bitch made-niggas. (Bizzy Pac, Pac run with us {repeatedly} Pac and Rip with thug luv)
They ain't even knowin' what type of niggas we is. Where my thugs at?
Bone thugs-n-harmony. I know you niggas been waitin' for this for a long time
Well, here it is nigga. Here it is. What you gonna do with it this shit?

Bizzy
Well it must be close to the Armageddon Lord/ Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson/ You brought me and I'm not stressin' it softly
Get 'em up off me cuz all we wanted was harmony/ Been bombin' 'em/ Yell up outta my ghetto
I won't settle/ Get on my level/ They can't stop me N' pop me/ Nigga, they got me? Fuck, no
Lil' Pac gets schizophrenic/ Let's manage to damage all y'all/ I'll talk about 'em N' you don't
really want it, cuz they're cornered and I'm want 'em to not jump/ I'd rather say that
we came to shut 'em all down/ So quick to test; Bullet? Yes! Declare war, roll/ I'll flow when
I get the gun for the murda mo', horror for why they did it all pause for the cause and I fin
to pull a 9 or pistol/ A lil' nigga with mine; Fuck them niggas/ It's on! All y'all fall
Bizzy gettin' bitches to test me/ Bless the floor N' any nigga attempt to arrest me, stress me Lord
Lookin' at death with the last of my breath/ Follow, follow my kids; Now don't sin in my steps
Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets/ Deep in the leaves I'm alone, nigga
believe that I can see it if needed N' if you really with me and well then let it be/ Get the greens
And we runnin' up over Cleveland (Cleveland...)

2Pac
Ha, ha! What's poppin', nigga? Put your mutherfuckin' hands on your strap, nigga. Thug luv
Nigga. Yeah, we can do this like gangstas N' slug it out, or do this like punks N' punk it out
Pull your strap on me, nigga, you better kill me. Thug luv, nigga. Thug life, baby. Thug luv...

I'm probably punished for hard livin'/ Blind to the facts: thugs is convicts
in God's prison; Hands on the strap/ Prayin', So Father please forgive me
Police be rushin' when they see me/ I flaunted America's Most Wanted/ Live on T.V.
Life, Pleasure and pain, stuck in this game/ Holler my name/ We all gon' die, we bleed throu similar veins
Please explain to me now/ Don't panic when my guns burst/ You heard the last jam, nigga?
This one's worse, my nigga/ Bone held the chrome till I came home; Thug luv playas
Tell these bitch niggas "Bring it on" I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evenin'
to help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathin'/ Now, Who do you believe in?
Hit the weed, and grieve; It's a cold ass world/ Niggas kill you in your sleep
Watch me! Until they stop me, bury, murder me, or drop me
I got thug luv for my nationwide posse, Feel me

Layzie
Lil' thug from the Land, Nigga, Never ran/ Mutherfuckers out to get me; They don't understand
It's the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas/ Down to put it some work and do some dirt
Fuckin' around with the band Bone Thugs-N-Harmony/ Follow down the road, we stroll to meet karma
Everything I do, it seems to cause drama/ Ready for the war like a knight in my armor; Bomb you
So quick to test us; Nigga wanna crush me? Eat dust/ For the love and the lust
Niggas bustin' on us; Hit 'em up with the buck/ 12 gauge eruptions it's the art of war
Puttin' niggas on the floor when I'm comin' throu the door bringin' nothin' but terror
Causin' much pain to the nigga that dared us/ Tried to put a twist in this thugsta era/ Paired up
with a nigga like Pac/ And a nigga like me/ Gotta stay high; Thug luv till I die/ Keep my prayer to the sky
But I'm still in the hood; Smoke and fried so I beg the Lord to save us all escapers of misery

Krayzie
Here to get it, told my niggas they need get the hell down with the dirt N' we don't fuck around
Buck a couple a rounds, and if your passin' throu then hit the ground N' don't get caught up in
the crossfire(nigga) Artillery thick N' you don't wanna get to fuckin' with this/ I'm straight devil
Not a punk and pretend/ I reload, buck a lil' mo'/ Flee the scene 'fore the po-po even know
"So who you lookin' for?" They don't know a mutherfucker with a leatherface, Hey! Man, she
said I ran this way, said I ran that a way; Ya hoes'll never know becauze I got away
(yeah, yeah) A criminal mind to keep a nigga on the level sometimes I get high N' analyze
your crime, correctly organized N' with results; You'll be surprised

Wish
Oh, nigga, can you feel the vibe? We can ride/ Playa hatin' niggas, you gotsta die, it's only
right/ It's over with Bone, better leave it alone/ Mo! Thug come crack they fuckin' domes
Still in the hood, where the thugs play, fuckin' with nothin' but thugs, man, ain't takin' no shorts
or no losses/ We crackin' them domes around my way/ Give it to 'em on another level, nigga
Get a shovel, you can dig a hole/ Bitches is dead/ Infrared to your head; You can beg, you go
fled, but still gon' bleed bloody red/ Fuck with mine, we'll be seen in the moonlight
Cuz we out ridin', lookin' for you (for you) Better run for cover, nigga, duck/ We about to bust
Strate got the infrared, put it on his forehead; Makes a move, send flowers straight to his home
Put a card in the mutherfucker; Send it to his mama; Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong
Gone, now we long gone, long, gone

-Refrain-
Pac, Pac Run with us...Pac and Rip with Thug Luv