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Krayzie Bone

"Thug Luv"

[Intro - 2Pac]
n*gga, we doing this sh*t from Cleveland to L.A
n*gga whatever you n*ggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, n*gga. What time is it?
Yo, I don't give a f*ck where you lay at
n*gga, it's time to slay these b*tch-made n*ggas!

[Bizzy Bone - 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 n*ggas we is
Where my thugs at? Bone thugs-n-harmony
I know you n*ggas been waiting for this for a long time
Well, here it is, n*gga. Here it is. What you gonna do with it?

[Bizzy Bone]
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
n*gga, they got me? f*ck 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 n*gga with mine
f*ck them n*ggas, it's on
All y'all fall! Bizzy getting b*tches 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. n*gga 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', n*gga?
Put your muthaf*cking hands on your strap, n*gga
Thug Luv, n*gga. 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, n*gga, you better kill me!
Thug Luv, n*gga. 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, n*gga? This one's worse!
My n*gga Bone held the chrome 'til I came home
Thug Luv players tell these b*tch n*ggas "bring it on"
I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening
To help my n*ggas clean up some n*ggas no longer breathin'
Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and breathe
It's a cold-ass world; n*ggas 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 Bone]
Little thug from the Land, n*gga, never ran
Muthaf*ckas out to get me. They don't understand
It's the #1 n*gga out with a nation of n*ggas
Down to put it some work and do some dirt
f*ckin' 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, n*gga wanna crash me, eat dust
For the love of the lust, n*ggas busting on us
Hit 'em up with the buck, 12-gauge eruptions!
It's the Art of War, putting n*ggas on the floor
When I'm coming through the door, bringing nothing but terror
Causing much pain to the n*gga that dared us
Tried to put a twist in this thugsta era
Paired up with a n*gga like Pac
And a n*gga 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 n*ggas in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah

[Krayzie Bone]
Here to get it, told my n*ggas they need get the hell
Down with the dirt, and we don't f*ck around
Buck a couple a rounds, and if your passing through
Then hit the ground and don't get caught up in the crossfire, n*gga
Artillery thick, and you don't wanna get to f*cking 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 mothaf*cka 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 n*gga on the level
Sometimes I get high and analyze your crime
Correctly organized and with results, you'll be surprised

[Wish Bone]
Oh, n*gga, can you feel the vibe? We can ride
Playa hating n*ggas, you got to die, it's only right
It's over with Bone, better leave it alone
Mo Thugs come crack their f*ckin' domes
Still in the hood, where the thugs play
f*ckin' 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, n*gga, get a shovel
You can dig a hole; b*tches is dead!
Infrared to your head. You can beg, you go fled
But still gonna bleed bloody red
f*ck with mine, we'll be seen in the moonlight
'Cause we out riding, looking for you
Better run for cover, n*gga, 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 muthaf*cka, send it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong
Now he long gone, long gone

[Outro - Bizzy]
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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