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Bone Thugs N Harmony

Genres: Hip-Hop

Thug Luv Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

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 

 

Pac Pac ride wit us ride wit us ride wit us 

Pac Pac ride wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv 

 

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 

 

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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 

 

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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 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 grieve us. 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 bustas feel me 

 

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 pain 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 

 

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 

 

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 

 

Pac Pac ride wit us ride wit us ride wit us 

Pac Pac ride wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv 

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