Thug Luv
By Bone Thugs-n-Harmony featuring Tupac
 
(2pac)

Nigga we doin this shit from Cleveland to L.A., nigga.
Whatever you niggas want.
We bringin' it.
Thug Luv, nigga. Bitch!
What time is it? 
I don't give a fuck where you niggas lay at, nigga, it's time to slay 
these bitch made niggas.
They ain't even knowin' what type of niggas we is. 
Where my thugs at ?
Bone Thugs - n - Harmony. I know you niggas been waiten for this 
for a long time. 
Well here it is. What you gonna do with it?

(Bizzy)

Well it must be close to the Armageddon, Lord knows that I won't fly 
by that lesson you taught me. To pull out my Wesson you bought me, 
And I'm not streesin' it softly. Get 'em up off me, cause all we wanted 
was harmony. Been bombin' 'em , yell up outta my ghetto. I won't 
settle get on my level. They can't stop me and pop me, Nigga they 
got me? Fuck no. Wait till Pac get schizophrenic, let's manage to 
damage all y'all. I'll talk about 'em, and you don't really want 'em.
Cause they cornered and I 'm wantin' (???) I'm gonna say that we 
came to shut 'em all down. So quick to test, but yes I saw war, 
roll, flow when I get the gun for the murda mo' horror, for what they 
did it all, pause for the cause, and I find to pull a nine or pistol, a little 
nigga with mine. Fuck them nigga, it's on. All y'all fall. Bizzy be gettin 
bitches to test me, bless the floor, and any attempt to arrest me, 
stress me. Lord, lookin at death, with the last of my breath. Follow, 
follow my kids, so they 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, and if you really want me in, well 
then let it be, get the greens and we runnin' up over Cleveland.

(2pac)
Ha, ha! 
Whats poppin nigga?
Put your motherfuckin hands on your strap, nigga
Thug Luv, nigga
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, nigga you better kill me.
Thug Luv, nigga
Thug Life, baby
Thug Luv.

I probably be punished for hard livin', blind to the facts thugs is 
convicts in G-d's prison hands on my strap. Prayin', so father please 
forgive me. Police be rushin' when they see me, I flaunt it America's 
Most Wanted live on T.V. Like pleasure and pain, stuck in this game.
Hollar my name we all gonna 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 
till I came home. Thug Luv playas, tell these bitch niggas bring it on.
I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evenin' to help my niggas 
clean up some niggas no longer breathin'. Now who do you believe 
in? Hit the weed and grieve. 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.

(Layzie)

Little thug from the land, nigga never ran. Muthafuckers out to get 
me. They don't understand it's the number 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 seems to cause drama. Ready 
for 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 eruptions. It's the art of war. 
Put niggas on the floor when I'm comin throught the door, bringin' 
nuthin' but terror, causin' much pain to the niggas that dared us, tried 
to put a twist in this thugsta era. Paired up like 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, blast my niggas in penetentary, 
soliders of the century, yeah.

(Krazie)

Here to get it, told my niggas they need to get the hell down with the 
dirt, and we don't give a fuck around. Buck a couple of rounds, and 
if your 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, buck a 
little mo'. Flee the scene 'fore the po-po even know. So who ya 
lookin for? They don't know. A muthafucka with a leather face. Hey 
man she said I ran this way, said I ran that way. Ya'll hoes'll never 
know because I got away, yaeh yeah. A criminal mind to keep a 
nigga on a level, sometimes I get high, and analyze your crime. 
Correctly organized and with results, you'll be surprised.


(Wish)

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 leave it alone. 
Mo Thug come crack they fuckin domes. Still in the hood, where 
thugs play, fuckin with nothin but thugs man, ain't taken 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 
infared to your head. You can beg, you go fled, but still gonna bleed 
bloody red. Fuck with mine, we'll be seen in the moonlight, cause we 
out ridin lookin for you. Better run for cover nigga duck. We about to 
bust. Strate got the infared, put it on his forehead. Make a move, 
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. Gone 
now we long gone, long gone.

(Bizzie)

Pac pac run with us run with us, run with us. Pac Pac run with us. 
Pac and RIP with thug luv.

Lyrics Transcribed By Aaron "Puffy" Silver
Presented By The Unofficial Tupac Homepage