"THUG LUV"
BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY featuring 2 Pac
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, run with us, run with us. Pac
Pac run with us. Pac and Rip with thug luv.]
They ain't even knowin' what type of niggas we is. Where my thugs
at?
[Cocking of a shotgun, followed by gunshots repeated throughout.]
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?
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, 'cause 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 and pop me. Nigga,
they got me? Fuck no. Little Pac gets schizophrenic, let's manage
to damage all y'all. I'll talk about 'em, and you don't really want
it, 'cause 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 nine or pistol, a little nigga with mine. Fuck them niggas, it's
on. All y'all fall. Bizzy gettin' bitches to test me, bless the
floor, and any 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, and
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 muthafuckin' hands
on your strap, nigga. Thug luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this like
gangstas and slug it out, or do this like punks and punk it out. Pull
your strap on me, nigga, you better kill me. Thug luv, nigga. Thug
lfe, baby. Thug luv.
I probably be 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 through similar veins.
Yous explain to me now. Don't panic when my guns burst. Heard
the last jam, nigga? This one's worse. My nigga, Bone held the
chrome 'til 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:
Little thug from the Land, nigga never ran. Muthafuckas 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 seem to cause drama. Ready for the war like
a knight in my armor, bomb ya. So quick to test us, nigga wanna crash
me, eat dust. For the love of 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' through 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 fry, so I beg the Lord save
us all escapers of misery, bless my niggas in penetentary, soldiers of the
century, yeah.
Krayzie:
Here to get it, told my niggas they need get the hell down with the dirt,
and we don't fuck around. Buck a couple a rounds, and if your passin' through,
then hit the ground, and don't get caught up in the crossfire, nigga.
Artillery thick, and you don't wanna get to fuckin' with this, I'm
straight devil, not a punk and pretend. I reload, buck a little mo'.
Flee the scene 'fore the po-po even know. "So, who ya lookin'
for?" They don't know. A mothafucka with a leather face. Hey,
man, she said I ran this way, said I ran that a way. Ya'll hoes'll never
know because I got away, yeah yeah. A criminal mind to keep a nigga
on the level. Sometimes I get high, and analyze your crime.
Correctly organized and 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, 'cause 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 muthafucka, send it to his
mama. Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong. Gone, now we long
gone, long, gone.
Bizzy:
Pac Pac run with us, run with us, run with us. Pac Pac run with
us. Pac and Rip with thug luv.
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