Bone Thugs-N-Harmony — Thug Luv

[Intro: 2Pac + Bizzy Bone] 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! 'Pac, 'Pac run with us, run with us, run with us! 'Pac, 'Pac run with us, 'Pac and Rip, with thug love 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? [Verse 1: 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 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'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! But 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 [Interlude: 2Pac] Ha, ha! What's poppin', nigga? (yeah!) Put your muthafuckin' hands on your strap, nigga Thug Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out (Thug luv) Or do this like punks, and punk it out Pull your strap on me (Thug luv), nigga, you better kill me! Thug Life, baby. Thug Luv [Verse 2: 2Pac] I'll probably be punished for hard livin', blind to the facts: Thugs is convicts, in God's prison, hands on the strap Prayin' so Father please forgive me! Police be rushin' 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, 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! [Verse 3: Layzie Bone] 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 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, nigga wanna crash 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, puttin' niggas on the floor When I'm comin' through the door, bringin' nuthin' 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 to save us all: escapers of misery Bless my niggas in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah [Verse 4: Krayzie Bone] Here to get it, told my niggas they need get, Down With the dirt, and we don't fuck around Buck a couple of rounds, and if you're passin' through Then hit the ground, and don't get caught up in the crossfire, nigga Artillery thick, and you don't wanna get to fuckin' 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 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 (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 [Verse 5: Wish Bone] 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 fuckin' domes Still in the hood, where the thugs play Fuckin' with nuthin' but thugs, mane Ain't takin' 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 muthafucka, send it to his mama Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong Now he long gone, long gone [Outro: Bizzy Bone] 'Pac, 'Pac run with us, run with us, run with us! 'Pac, 'Pac run with us, 'Pac and Rip, with thug love 'Pac, 'Pac run with us, run with us, run with us! 'Pac, 'Pac run with us, 'Pac and Rip, with thug love 'Pac, 'Pac run with us, run with us, run with us! 'Pac, 'Pac run with us, 'Pac and Rip, with thug love 'Pac, 'Pac run with us, run with us, run with us! 'Pac, 'Pac run with us, 'Pac and Rip, with thug love