Thug Luv - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to L. A

Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!

Thug Luv, nigga.

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!

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 for a long time

Well, here it is, nigga.

Here it is.

What you gonna do with it?

Well, it 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 I’m not stressing it softly

Get 'em up off me, 'cause all we

Wanted was harmony, been bombing em

Yell up out of 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, and 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 murder

Mo' horror!

Why?

They did it all, pause for the cause

And I finna to pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga with mine

Fuck them niggas, it’s on

All y’all fall!

Bizzy getting bitches to test me

Bless the floor, and any attempt to arrest me, stress me

Lord, looking at death with the last of my breath

Follow, follow, my kids!

No, don’t sin in my steps!

Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets

Deep in the reach, 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 running up over Cleveland

Ha, ha!

What’s poppin', nigga?

Put your muthafucking 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 life, baby.

Thug Luv

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 flaunt it: 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

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 breathin'

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

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 busting on us

Hit 'em up with the buck, 12-gauge eruptions!

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

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 'til 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 penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah

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 passing through

Then hit the ground and don’t get caught up in the crossfire, nigga

Artillery thick, and you don’t wanna get to fucking 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 looking for?»

They don’t know!

A mothafucka with a leatherface

Hey, man, she said I ran this way, said I ran that a way

Ya hoes’ll never know because I got away

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

Oh, nigga, can you feel the vibe?

We can ride

Playa hating niggas, you got to die, it’s only right

It’s over with Bone, better leave it alone

Mo Thugs come crack their fuckin' domes

Still in the hood, where the thugs play

Fuckin' with nothing but thugs, mane

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 your head.

You can beg, you go fled

But still gonna bleed bloody red

Fuck with mine, we’ll be seen 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

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

Now he long gone, long gone

POP POP, run with us, run with us, run with us!

POP POP, run with us, Pac and Rip with Thug Luv