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Tytuł: Thug Luv

  • Wykonawca: Bone Thugs N Harmony
  • Wy¶wietleń: 252
[2Pac]
  Nigga we doin this shit from Cleveland to LA
  nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it
  Thug Luv nigga what time is it yo
  I don't give a fuck where you lay at
  it's time to slay these bitch made niggas
  
  [Bizzy-overlapping Pac]
  Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
  Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv
  
  [2Pac]
  they ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is
  where my thugs at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
  I know you niggas been waiting for this shit for a long time
  well here it is nigga here it is what you gone do with it
  
  [Bizzy]
  Well I must be close to the Armageddon lord you know
  That I won't fly that lesson you taught me to pull out my wesson you brought
  And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all
  We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto
  I want settle get on my level they can't
  Stop me or drop me nigga they got me fuck naw
  Little Pac get 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 want 'em to jump up
  I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down
  So quick to test bullet yes declare war
  Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder mo' horror
  For what the did it all pause for the cause and I
  Fin to pull a nine or pistol little nigga wit mine fuck dem niggas it's on
  All y'all fall Bizzy gettin bitches test me bless the floor
  In 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 leaves I'm alone nigga believe
  That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in
  Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin up over cleveland
  
  [2Pac]
  Hahaha what's poppin nigga
  put your motherfucking hand on your strap nigga
  Thug Luv nigga we can do this like punks
  and punk it out or be like gangstas and slug it out
  pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life baby
  
  I'll probably be punished for hard livin blind to the facts
  Thugs is convicts in gods prison hand on the strap
  Praying to father please forgive me police be rushing when they see me
  I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life
  Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name
  We all gone die we bleed through similar veins
  You'se explain to me now don't panic when my gun burst
  Heard the last jam nigga this ones worse
  My nigga bone held the chrome till I came home
  Thug Luv playas tell these bitch ass 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 you believe in hit the weed and breathe it's a
  Cold ass the world them niggas kill you in your sleep
  Until they stop me bury murder me or drop me
  I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me
  
  [Layzie]
  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 do some dirt
  Fuckin round 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 he buck 12 gauge erupt it's the Art Of War
  Putting niggas on the floor
  when I'm comin through the door bringin nothin but terror
  Causing much 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 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 niggas in penitentiaries soldiers of the century
  
  [Krayzie]
  Here to get it told my niggas to get the hell 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 nigga
  Artillery thick and you don't want to get to fuckin with this
  I'm straight devil devil not a punk and pretend
  I reload buck a little more flee the scene
  'fore the po-po even know what you lookin for
  They don't know a motherfucker with a leatherface hey
  Man she said I ran this way said I ran that way
  You hoes'll never know because I got away yeah
  A criminal mind a nigga on the level sometimes
  so get high and analyze your crime
  Directly organized with results you'll be surprised
  
  [Wish]
  Oh nigga can you feel the vibe we can ride playa hating niggas you gots to die
  It's over wit Bone better leave it alone Mo Thug I'm cracking fuckin domes
  Still in the hood where the thugs play fuckin wit nothin but thugs man
  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 the head you can beg but still gone bleed bloody red
  Fuck with mine will be see in the moonlight
  cause we out ridin looking 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 gone now he long gone
  
  [Bizzy]
  Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
  Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv