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Thug Love (Feat. Bone Thugs N Harmony)
2Pac
Nigga, we doin' this shit from Cleveland to L.A., nigga, whateveryou
niggas want. We bringin' it! Thug luv, nigga. Bitch! Whattime is it?
Yo, I don't give a fuck where you lay at, nigga, it's time toslay these
bitch-made niggas.
(Pac Pac run with us, run with us, run with us. Pac Pacrun with
us. Pac and Rip with thug luv.)
They ain't even knowin' what type of niggas we is. Where mythugs at?
(Cocking of a gun, followed by gunshot repeated throughout.)
Bone thugs-n-harmony. I know you niggas been waitin' for thisfor a
long time. Well, here it is, nigga. Here it is. What you gonnado with it?
Well it must be close to the Armageddon, Lord. No, then I won'tfly 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 wewanted was
harmony, been bombin' 'em, yell up outta my ghetto, I won'tsettle, 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 ally'all. I'll
talk about 'em, and you don't really want it, 'cause they'recornered and
I'm wantin' (...?...). I'm gonna say that we came to shut 'emall down. So
quick to test, bullet, yes, I say war, roll, flow when I get thegun for the
murda mo' horror, for what they did it all, pause for the cause,and I fin
to pull a nine or pistol, a little nigga with mine. Fuck themniggas, it's
on. All y'all fall. Bizzy gettin' bitches to test me, bless thefloor, and any
attempt to arrest me, stress me. Lord, lookin' at death, withthe last of
my breath. Follow, follow my kids, so they don't sin in mysteps. 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, and if youreally want me
in, well then let it be, get the greens and we runnin' up overCleveland
Ha, ha! What's poppin', nigga? Put your muthafuckin' hands onyour
strap, nigga. Thug luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this likegangstas and
slug it out, or do this like punks and punk it out. Pull yourstrap on me,
nigga, you better kill me. Thug luv, nigga. Thug lfe, baby. Thug luv.
I probably be punished for hard livin', blind to the facts thugsis convicts
in God's prison, hands on the strap. Prayin', so Father pleaseforgive me.
Police be rushin' when they see me, I flaunt it Americas MostWanted
live on T.V. Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game,holler my name.
We all gon' die. We bleed through similar veins. Yous explainto 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 playas, tell these bitch niggas bring it on. I caught aplane out to
Cleveland late last evenin' to help my niggas clean up; someniggas no
longer breathin'. Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed andgrieve.
It's a cold ass world, niggas. Kill you in your sleep, watch meuntil they
stop me, bury, murder me or drop me. I got thug luv for mynationwide
posse, feel me.
Little thug from the Land, nigga never ran. Muthafuckas out toget me.
They don't understand it's the #1 nigga out with a nation ofniggas down
to put it some work and do some dirt, fuckin' around with theband 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 likea 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 'emup with the
buck 12 gauge eruptions. It's the art of war. Puttin' niggas onthe floor
when I'm comin' through the door, bringin' nothin' but terror,causin'
much pain to the nigga that dared us, tried to put a twist inthis thugsta
era. Paired up with a nigga like Pac, and a nigga like me, gottastay high.
Thug luv 'till I die, keep my prayer to the sky, but I'm still inthe hood,
smoke and fry, so I beg the Lord save us all escapers of misery,bless my
niggas in penetentary, soldiers of the century, yeah.
Here to get it, told my niggas they need get the hell down withthe dirt,
and we don't fuck around. Buck a couple a rounds, and if yourpassin'
through, then hit the ground, and don't get caught up in thecrossfire,
nigga. Artillery thick, and you don't wanna get to fuckin' withthis, I'm
straight devil, not a punk and pretend. I reload, buck a littlemo'. Flee
the scene 'fore the po-po even know. "So, who ya lookin' for?" They
don't know. A mothafucka with a leather face. Hey, man, shesaid I ran
this way, said I ran that a way. Ya'll hoes'll never know becauseI got
away, yeah yeah. A criminal mind to keep a nigga on the level.
Sometimes I get high, and analyze your crime. Correctlyorganized and
with results, you'll be surprised.
Oh, nigga, can you feel the vibe? We can ride. Playa hatin'niggas, you
gotsta die, it's only right. It's over with, Bone, better leaveit alone, Mo
Thug come crack they fuckin' domes. Still in the hood, where thethugs
play, fuckin' with nothin' but thugs, man, ain't takin' noshorts, or no
losses. We crackin' them domes around my way. Give it to 'emon
another level, nigga, get a shovel, you can dig a hole. Bitchesis dead.
Infrared to your head. You can beg, you go fled, but still gon'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. Strate got the infrared, put it on hisforehead. Makes a
move, send [flowers] straight to his home. Put a card in themuthafucka,
send it to his mama. Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong. Gone,
now we long gone, long, gone.
Pac Pac run with us, run with us, run with us. Pac Pac run withus. Pac
and Rip with thug luv
compositores: TUPAC SHAKUR, BRYON MCCANE, CHARLES SCRUGGS, TONY COWAN, ANTHONY HENDERSON, TIM MIDDLETON, STEVEN HOWSE, STANLEY HOWSE
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niggas want. We bringin' it! Thug luv, nigga. Bitch! Whattime is it?
Yo, I don't give a fuck where you lay at, nigga, it's time toslay these
bitch-made niggas.
(Pac Pac run with us, run with us, run with us. Pac Pacrun with
us. Pac and Rip with thug luv.)
They ain't even knowin' what type of niggas we is. Where mythugs at?
(Cocking of a gun, followed by gunshot repeated throughout.)
Bone thugs-n-harmony. I know you niggas been waitin' for thisfor a
long time. Well, here it is, nigga. Here it is. What you gonnado with it?
Well it must be close to the Armageddon, Lord. No, then I won'tfly 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 wewanted was
harmony, been bombin' 'em, yell up outta my ghetto, I won'tsettle, 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 ally'all. I'll
talk about 'em, and you don't really want it, 'cause they'recornered and
I'm wantin' (...?...). I'm gonna say that we came to shut 'emall down. So
quick to test, bullet, yes, I say war, roll, flow when I get thegun for the
murda mo' horror, for what they did it all, pause for the cause,and I fin
to pull a nine or pistol, a little nigga with mine. Fuck themniggas, it's
on. All y'all fall. Bizzy gettin' bitches to test me, bless thefloor, and any
attempt to arrest me, stress me. Lord, lookin' at death, withthe last of
my breath. Follow, follow my kids, so they don't sin in mysteps. 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, and if youreally want me
in, well then let it be, get the greens and we runnin' up overCleveland
Ha, ha! What's poppin', nigga? Put your muthafuckin' hands onyour
strap, nigga. Thug luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this likegangstas and
slug it out, or do this like punks and punk it out. Pull yourstrap on me,
nigga, you better kill me. Thug luv, nigga. Thug lfe, baby. Thug luv.
I probably be punished for hard livin', blind to the facts thugsis convicts
in God's prison, hands on the strap. Prayin', so Father pleaseforgive me.
Police be rushin' when they see me, I flaunt it Americas MostWanted
live on T.V. Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game,holler my name.
We all gon' die. We bleed through similar veins. Yous explainto 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 playas, tell these bitch niggas bring it on. I caught aplane out to
Cleveland late last evenin' to help my niggas clean up; someniggas no
longer breathin'. Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed andgrieve.
It's a cold ass world, niggas. Kill you in your sleep, watch meuntil they
stop me, bury, murder me or drop me. I got thug luv for mynationwide
posse, feel me.
Little thug from the Land, nigga never ran. Muthafuckas out toget me.
They don't understand it's the #1 nigga out with a nation ofniggas down
to put it some work and do some dirt, fuckin' around with theband 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 likea 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 'emup with the
buck 12 gauge eruptions. It's the art of war. Puttin' niggas onthe floor
when I'm comin' through the door, bringin' nothin' but terror,causin'
much pain to the nigga that dared us, tried to put a twist inthis thugsta
era. Paired up with a nigga like Pac, and a nigga like me, gottastay high.
Thug luv 'till I die, keep my prayer to the sky, but I'm still inthe hood,
smoke and fry, so I beg the Lord save us all escapers of misery,bless my
niggas in penetentary, soldiers of the century, yeah.
Here to get it, told my niggas they need get the hell down withthe dirt,
and we don't fuck around. Buck a couple a rounds, and if yourpassin'
through, then hit the ground, and don't get caught up in thecrossfire,
nigga. Artillery thick, and you don't wanna get to fuckin' withthis, I'm
straight devil, not a punk and pretend. I reload, buck a littlemo'. Flee
the scene 'fore the po-po even know. "So, who ya lookin' for?" They
don't know. A mothafucka with a leather face. Hey, man, shesaid I ran
this way, said I ran that a way. Ya'll hoes'll never know becauseI got
away, yeah yeah. A criminal mind to keep a nigga on the level.
Sometimes I get high, and analyze your crime. Correctlyorganized and
with results, you'll be surprised.
Oh, nigga, can you feel the vibe? We can ride. Playa hatin'niggas, you
gotsta die, it's only right. It's over with, Bone, better leaveit alone, Mo
Thug come crack they fuckin' domes. Still in the hood, where thethugs
play, fuckin' with nothin' but thugs, man, ain't takin' noshorts, or no
losses. We crackin' them domes around my way. Give it to 'emon
another level, nigga, get a shovel, you can dig a hole. Bitchesis dead.
Infrared to your head. You can beg, you go fled, but still gon'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. Strate got the infrared, put it on hisforehead. Makes a
move, send [flowers] straight to his home. Put a card in themuthafucka,
send it to his mama. Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong. Gone,
now we long gone, long, gone.
Pac Pac run with us, run with us, run with us. Pac Pac run withus. Pac
and Rip with thug luv
compositores: TUPAC SHAKUR, BRYON MCCANE, CHARLES SCRUGGS, TONY COWAN, ANTHONY HENDERSON, TIM MIDDLETON, STEVEN HOWSE, STANLEY HOWSE
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