Thug Luv Lyrics

Bizzy:
well it must be close to armagedon,
lord knows.
and I won't die by tha lesson you taught me.
to pull out my wessun you brought me .
and i'm not stressin it softly.
get'em up off me,
cuz one of em' is harmin and botharin me.
in front of me gales ,
I wont tell,
give'em my lead.
y'all cant stop me or pop me,
nigga they got me f*cked up.
wait'l pac gets skitsofranic and stranded
tha damage by y'all and umm..
you can follow me, but you dont really wanna
cuz I'm wanted and i'm wanted and no joke,
tha fellaz and me,
we can shut em all down.
so face tha test put on vest than roll
when I get tha thought fo tha murda mo,
horror
when I did it to em for tha cause.
I fittin to pull out my pistol
and test a nigga wit minez,
f*ck them niggaz its on.
pull your pump,
been seekin tha preacher done test me,
bless them all,
nigga get a chance to agress
tha stress and all.
lookin at death put tha dank in my breath,
muTha f*cka I'ma keep all
tha sin in myself.
cuz I'm within tha guest with tha
best of our secrets.
even tha allete of my thugs can they believe it.
I can see ya defeated,
if You really want me you

2pac:
I probly be punished fo hard livin,
blind to tha facts .
thugs is convicts in gods prison
hands on my strap
prayin so father please forgive me
police be rushin when they see me
I flaunt it, americas most wanted live on tv
like pleasure and pain
stuck in this game holla my name
we all gonna die
we bleed through similar veins
please explain to me now
dont panic when my guns burst
heard the last jam nigga this ones worse
my niggaz BONE held the chrome till I came home
thug luv playa
tell these b*tch niggaz bring it on
I caught a plane out to Clevland
late last evenin
to help my niggaz clean up some niggaz
no longer brethin now
why dont you believe and
hit the weed and greive
its a cold a$$ world
niggaz kill you in yo sleep
watch me until they stop me
bury, murda me, or drop me
I got thug luv for my nation
while im bussin feel me

Layzie:
lil' thug from the land nigga never ran
motherf*ckaz out to get me they dont understand
its tha #1 nigga  out with a nation of niggaz
time to put in some work get into some dirt
f*ckin around wit the bad Bone
Thugs -n- Harmony follow down the road we stroll
to meet Karma everything I do it seems to cause drama
ready for the war like a night in my armor, bomb ya
so quick to test us, nigga want to press me eat dust
for the love of the lust, niggaz bustin on us
lit em up with the buck 12 gauge eruption
its the art of war
puttin niggaz on the floor
when Im commin through the door
bringin nothin but the terror
causin so much pain to the nigga that dared
try to put a 12 up the air
with a nigga like Pac and a nigga like me gotta stay high
thug luv till I die keep my prayer to the sky
but im still in the hood smokin get fried
so I beg the lord to save us all
escape from the misery
bless my niggaz in penitenturies
soldiers of the century

Krayzie:
gotta give it to my niggaz who get down
talkin that dirt and we dont f*ck around
buck a couple of rounds and they be passin through and hittin the ground
and now we caught up in the crossfire
nigga, artillery thick and you dont want to get to f*ckin with this
straight double aught for f*ckin with this
I reload and bucka little mo
nigga seen for the popo woulnt even know
who they lookin fo
they dont know a mothaf*cka with LeatherFace
hey man, she said a ran this-a-way
she said I ran that-a-way
the hoes I neva know because I got away
a criminal mind to keep a nigga on the level sometimes
so get high, and analize your crime
correctly organize
and what results youll be suprised

Wi$h:
nigga, cant feel the vibe
a nigga rap playa-hatin niggaz you gotsta die
its on and ride
its over with Bone betta leave it alone
Mo Thug gonna crack they f*ckin dome
still in tha hood where tha thugs play
f*ckin with nothin but thugs man
ain't takin no shorts no losses
we crackin em down around my way
give it to em on another level
nigga, get a (??) your whole team of b*tches is dead
infared to ya head, you could beg , you could fled
but you still gonna be bloody red
f*ck wit mine dont be seen in tha mula
cause out ridin lookin for you for you
betta run for cover
nigga duck we about to bust straight
got the infared put it on his forehead
make some moves and will send you home
put a card on the motherf*cker send him to his mommy
tell her he was dead wrong dead wrong
lord now we long gone

Bizzy:
Pac Pac run
with us run with us run with us
Pac Pac run with us
Pac got ripped with Thug Luv
(x4)

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