Thug Luv

Nigga, we doin' this shit from Cleveland to L.A., nigga

Whatever you niggas want, we bring it!

Thug Luv, (biatch!) 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!

They ain't even knowing 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 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 stressin' 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, 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, 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

But don't sin, in my steps

Yet the weapon is kept, with the best of my secrets

Heaving the leaves in my lungs, 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

Hahaha, what's poppin' nigga?

Put your motherfucking hand on your strap nigga

Thug Luv, nigga, yeah, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out

Or we can do this like punks and punk it out

Pull your strap on me, nigga, and 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

Pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name

We all gone 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 #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas

Down to put in some work and do some dirt

Fucking 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 press me, eat dust

For the love of the lust, niggas bustin' on us

Hit 'em up with the buck, 12-gauge erupt! It's my 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 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 niggas in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah

Here to get it, told my niggas they need to get 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, and buck a little more

Flee the scene 'fore the po-po even know

"So, who they looking for?" They don't know

A motherfucker with a leatherface

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

Playa hating niggas, you gots to die, it's only right

Fucking with Bone, better leave it alone

Mo Thugs come crack their fucking domes

Still in the hood, where the thugs play

Fucking with nothing but thugs, mane

Ain't taking 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 can fled

But still gonna 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

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

Now he long gone, long gone

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