Thug Luv (feat. 2pac)

****, we doin' this shit from Cleveland to LA

****, whatever you **** want, we bringin' it

Thug Luv, ****

What time is it?

I don't give a fuck where you lay at

****, it's time to slay these bitch-made ****

They ain't even knowing what type of **** we is

Where my guns at?

Bone Thugs-n-Harmony

I know you **** been waitin' for this for a long time

Well, here it is, ****

Here it is, what you gon' do with it?

Well, it most 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 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

****, 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 murder

More horror

Why? They did it all, pause for the cause

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

Fuck them ****, 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

****, 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

Whats poppin', ****?

Put your muhfucking hands on your strap, ****

Thug Luv, ****

Yeah, we can do this like this gangstas and slug it out

Or do this like punks and punk it out

Pull your strap on me, ****, you better kill me

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 TV

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?

****, this one's worse

My **** Bone held the chrome till I came home

Thug Luv, players, tell these bitch **** bring it on

I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening

To help my **** clean up some **** no longer breathin'

Now, who do you believe in?

Hit the weed and breathe

It's a cold ass world, **** 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, **** never ran

Motherfuckas out to get me, they don't understand

It's the number one **** out with a nation of ****

Down to put in 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, **** wanna press me, eat dust

For the love of the lust, **** busting on us

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

It's my Art of War, putting **** on the floor

When I'm coming through the door, bringing nothing but terror

'Causing much pain to the **** that dared us

Tried to put a twist in this thugsta era, paired up

With a **** like Pac, and a **** 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 to save us all, escapers of misery

Bless my **** in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah

Here to get it, told my **** they need get 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, ****

Artillery thick, and you don't wanna get to fucking with this

I'm straight devil, not a punk and pretend

I reload, and buck a little mo'

Flee the scene 'fore the po-po even know

(So, who ya looking for?) They don't know

A motherfucka with a leather face

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

Ya hoes'll never know because I got away

A criminal mind to keep a **** on the level

Sometimes I get high and analyze your crime

Correctly organized and with results, you'll be surprised

Oh, ****, can you feel the vibe? We can ride

Playa hatin' ****, you gots 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, ****, get a shovel

You can dig a hole, bitches is dead

Infrared to your head

You can beg, you can 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, ****, 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 motherfucka, send it to his mama

Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong

Now he long gone, long gone

Pac, Pac, run with us, run with us, run with us

Pac, Pac, run with us

Pac and Rip with Thug Luv

Pac, Pac, run with us, run with us, run with us

Pac, Pac, run with us

Pac and Rip with Thug Luv

Pac, Pac, run with us, run with us, run with us

Pac, Pac, run with us

Pac and Rip with Thug Luv

Pac, Pac, run with us, run with us, run with us

Pac, Pac, run with us

Pac and Rip with Thug Luv