Thug Luv Lyrics

Thug LuvKrayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, and 2Pac--------------------------------------------------------------------------------2PacNigga, We doin' this shit from Cleveland to L.A., nigga. Whatever you niggas wantWe bringin' it! Thug luv, nigga. Bitch! What time is it? Yo, I don't give a fuck where you lay atNigga, 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 timeWell, here it is nigga. Here it is. What you gonna do with it this shit?BizzyWell it must be close to the Armageddon Lord/ Know that I won't fly by that lessonYou taught me to pull out my Wesson/ You brought me and I'm not stressin' it softlyGet 'em up off me cuz all we wanted was harmony/ Been bombin' 'em/ Yell up outta my ghettoI won't settle/ Get on my level/ They can't stop me N' pop me/ Nigga, they got me? Fuck, noLil' Pac gets schizophrenic/ Let's manage to damage all y'all/ I'll talk about 'em N' you don'treally want it, cuz they're cornered and I'm want 'em to not jump/ I'd rather say thatwe came to shut 'em all down/ So quick to test; Bullet? Yes! Declare war, roll/ I'll flow whenI get the gun for the murda mo', horror for why they did it all pause for the cause and I finto pull a 9 or pistol/ A lil' nigga with mine; Fuck them niggas/ It's on! All y'all fallBizzy gettin' bitches to test me/ Bless the floor N' any nigga attempt to arrest me, stress me LordLookin' at death with the last of my breath/ Follow, follow my kids; Now don't sin in my stepsYet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets/ Deep in the leaves I'm alone, niggabelieve that I can see it if needed N' if you really with me and well then let it be/ Get the greensAnd we runnin' up over Cleveland (Cleveland...)2PacHa, ha! What's poppin', nigga? Put your mutherfuckin' hands on your strap, nigga. Thug luvNigga. Yeah, we can do this like gangstas N' slug it out, or do this like punks N' punk it outPull 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 convictsin God's prison; Hands on the strap/ Prayin', So Father please forgive mePolice 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 veinsPlease 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 playasTell 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 sleepWatch me! Until they stop me, bury, murder me, or drop meI got thug luv for my nationwide posse, Feel meLayzieLil' thug from the Land, Nigga, Never ran/ Mutherfuckers out to get me; They don't understandIt's the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas/ Down to put it some work and do some dirtFuckin' around with the band Bone Thugs-N-Harmony/ Follow down the road, we stroll to meet karmaEverything I do, it seems to cause drama/ Ready for the war like a knight in my armor; Bomb youSo quick to test us; Nigga wanna crush me? Eat dust/ For the love and the lustNiggas bustin' on us; Hit 'em up with the buck/ 12 gauge eruptions it's the art of warPuttin' niggas on the floor when I'm comin' throu the door bringin' nothin' but terrorCausin' much pain to the nigga that dared us/ Tried to put a twist in this thugsta era/ Paired upwith a nigga like Pac/ And a nigga like me/ Gotta stay high; Thug luv till I die/ Keep my prayer to the skyBut I'm still in the hood; Smoke and fried so I beg the Lord to save us all escapers of miseryKrayzieHere to get it, told my niggas they need get the hell down with the dirt N' we don't fuck aroundBuck a couple a rounds, and if your passin' throu then hit the ground N' don't get caught up inthe crossfire(nigga) Artillery thick N' you don't wanna get to fuckin' with this/ I'm straight devilNot 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, shesaid 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' analyzeyour crime, correctly organized N' with results; You'll be surprisedWishOh, nigga, can you feel the vibe? We can ride/ Playa hatin' niggas, you gotsta die, it's onlyright/ It's over with Bone, better leave it alone/ Mo! Thug come crack they fuckin' domesStill in the hood, where the thugs play, fuckin' with nothin' but thugs, man, ain't takin' no shortsor no losses/ We crackin' them domes around my way/ Give it to 'em on another level, niggaGet a shovel, you can dig a hole/ Bitches is dead/ Infrared to your head; You can beg, you gofled, but still gon' bleed bloody red/ Fuck with mine, we'll be seen in the moonlightCuz we out ridin', lookin' for you (for you) Better run for cover, nigga, duck/ We about to bustStrate got the infrared, put it on his forehead; Makes a move, send flowers straight to his homePut a card in the mutherfucker; Send it to his mama; Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrongGone, now we long gone, long, gone-Refrain-Pac, Pac Run with us...Pac and Rip with Thug Luv