Thug Luv by Bone Thugs-N-Harmony feat. 2Pac Lyrics

Thug Luv by Bone Thugs-N-Harmony feat. 2Pac Lyrics


Nigga we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA, nigga
Whatever you niggas want we bringing it
Thug Luv nigga biatch
What time is it
I don’t give a fuck where you lay at, nigga
It’s time to slay these bitch made niggas

[Bizzy overlapping 2Pac:]
Pop, pop run with us run with us run with us
Pop, pop run with us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv

They ain’t even knowing what type of niggas we is
Where my thugs at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
I know you niggas been waiting for this shit for a long time
Well here it is nigga here it is what you gon’ do with it

Well I must be close to the Armageddon Lord you know
That I won’t fly by that lesson you taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And am I stressing it softly get ’em off of me ’cause all
We wanted was harmony been bombing ’em yell up outta my ghetto
I won’t settle get on my level they can’t
Stop me or drop 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 want it up jump
I’d rather say that we came to shut ’em all down
So quick to test bullet yes declare war
Roll and I’ll blow when I get the gun for the murder mo’ horror
For what the did it all pause for the ’cause and I
Finna pull a nine or pistol little nigga with mine fuck them niggas it’s on
All y’all fall Bizzy getting bitches to test me bless the floor
In any attempt to arrest me stress me Lord
Looking at death with the last of my breath
Follow follow my kids but 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
Well then let it be and get the greens and be running up over Cleveland

Hahaha what’s popping nigga
Put your motherfucking hands on your strap nigga
Thug Luv nigga we can do this like gangstas
And slug it out or be like punks and punk it out
Pull your strap on me nigga
You better kill me
Thug life baby

I’ll probably be punished for hard living blind to the facts
Thugs is convicts in God’s prison hands on the strap
Praying so Father please forgive me police be rushing when they see me
I flaunted: America’s most wanted live on TV like
Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name
We all gon’ die we bleed through similar veins
Please 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 players tell these bitch niggas bring it on
I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening
To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathing now
Who do you believe in hit the weed and breathe 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

Little thug from the land nigga never ran
Motherfuckers out to get me they don’t understand
It’s the number-one nigga out with a nation of niggas
Down to put in some work do some dirt
Fucking ’round 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 press me eat dust
For the love of the lust niggas busting on us
Hit ’em up with the buck 12 gauge erupt it’s the Art Of War
Putting niggas on the floor
When I’m coming through the door bringing nothing but terror
Causing much pain to the nigga that dared us
Trying 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 ’til I die keep a prayer to the sky
But I’m still in the ‘hood smoking fry
So I beg the Lord to save us all escape us of misery
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries soldiers of the century

Here to get it told my niggas to get the hell down
Down with the dirt and we don’t fuck around
Buck a couple of rounds and if you’re passing through then hit the ground
And don’t get caught up in the crossfire nigga
Artillery thick and you don’t want to get to fucking with this
I’m straight devil not a punk and pretend
I reload buck a little more flee the scene
‘Fore the po-po even know what you looking for
They don’t know a motherfucker with a leather face hey
Man she said I ran this way said I ran that way
You hoes’ll never know because I got away yeah
A criminal mind to keep a nigga on the level sometimes
So get high and analyze your crime
Correctly organized and with results you’ll be surprised

Oh nigga can you feel the vibe we can ride player hating niggas you gots to die
It’s only right
It’s over with Bone better leave it alone Mo Thug I’m cracking fucking domes
Still in the hood where the thugs play fucking with nothing but thugs man
Ain’t taking no shorts or no losses we cracking 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 the head you can beg you can fled but still gon’ bleed bloody red
Fuck with mine will be see in the moonlight
‘Cause we out riding looking for you
Better run for cover nigga duck we about to bust
Straight got the Infrared put it on his forehead make some moves
Send flowers straight to his home
Put a card in the motherfucker send it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong dead wrong gone now he long gone

Pop, pop run with us run with us run with us
Pop, pop run with us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv


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