| Nigga we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA
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| Nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it
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| Thug Luv nigga what time is it yo
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| I don’t give a fuck where you lay at
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| It’s time to slay these bitch made niggas
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| Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
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| Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv
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| They ain’t even knowing what type of niggas we is
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| Where my thugs at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
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| I know you niggas been waiting for this shit for a long time
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| 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
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| That I won’t fly that lesson you taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
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| And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all
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| We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto
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| I want settle get on my level they can’t
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| Stop me or drop me nigga they got me fuck naw
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| Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y’all
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| I’ll talk about 'em and you don’t really want it
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| Cause they’re cornered and I want 'em to jump up
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| I’d rather say that we came to shut 'em all down
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| So quick to test bullet yes declare war
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| Roll and I’ll blow when I get the gun for the murder mo' horror
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| For what the did it all pause for the cause and I
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| Fin to pull a nine or pistol little nigga wit mine fuck them niggas it’s on
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| All y’all fall Bizzy gettin bitches test me bless the floor
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| In any attempt to arrest me stress me lord
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| Looking at death with the last of my breath
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| Follow follow my kids but don’t sin in my steps
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| Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
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| Deep in the leaves I’m alone nigga believe
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| That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in
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| Well let it be and get the greens and be running up over Cleveland
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| Hahaha what’s poppin nigga
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| Put your motherfucking hand on your strap nigga
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| Thug Luv nigga we can do this like gangstas
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| And slug it out or be like punks and punk it out
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| Pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life baby
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| I’ll probably be punished for hard living blind to the facts
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| Thugs is convicts in gods prison hand on the strap
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| Praying to father please forgive me police be rushing when they see me
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| I flaunted America’s most wanted live on TV life
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| Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name
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| We all gone die we bleed through similar veins
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| You’re explain to me now don’t panic when my gun burst
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| Heard the last jam nigga this ones worse
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| My nigga bone held the chrome till I came home
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| Thug Luv players tell these bitch niggas bring it on
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| I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening
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| To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathing now
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| Who you believe in hit the weed and breathe it’s a
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| Cold ass the world them niggas kill you in your sleep
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| Until they stop me bury murder me or drop me
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| I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me
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| Little thug from the land nigga never ran
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| Motherfuckers out to get me they don’t understand
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| It’s the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas
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| Down to put in some work do some dirt
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| Fucking round with the band Bone Thugs N Harmony
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| Follow down the road we stroll to meet karma
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| Everything I do it seem to cause drama
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| Ready for the war like a knight in my armor bomb ya
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| So quick to test us nigga wanna crash me eat dust
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| For the love of the lust niggas bustin on us
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| Hit 'em up with he buck 12 gauge erupt it’s the Art Of War
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| Putting niggas on the floor
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| When I’m coming through the door bringing nothing but terror
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| Causing much pain to the nigga that dared us
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| Trying to put a twist in this thugsta
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| Era Paired up with a nigga like Pac
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| And a nigga like me gotta stay high
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| Thug Luv till i die keep my prayer to the sky
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| But I’m still in the hood smoke and fry
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| So I beg the lord to save us all escapers of misery
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| Bless my niggas in penitentiaries soldiers of the century
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| Here to get it told my niggas to get the hell down
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| Down with the dirt and we don’t fuck around
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| Buck a couple of rounds and if you’re passing through then hit the ground
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| And don’t get caught up in the crossfire nigga
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| Artillery thick and you don’t want to get to fucking with this
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| I’m straight devil devil not a punk and pretend |
| I reload buck a little more flee the scene
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| 'fore the po-po even know what you lookin for
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| They don’t know a motherfucker with a leatherface hey
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| Man she said I ran this way said I ran that way
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| You hoes’ll never know because I got away yeah
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| A criminal mind to keep a nigga on the level sometimes
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| So get high and analyze your crime
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| Directly organized with results you’ll be surprised
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| Oh nigga can you feel the vibe we can ride player hating niggas you gots to die
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| It’s over wit Bone better leave it alone Mo Thug I’m cracking fucking domes
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| Still in the hood where the thugs play fucking wit nothing but thugs man
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| Ain’t taking no shorts or no losses we cracking them domes around my way
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| Give it to 'em on another level nigga
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| Get a shovel you can dig a hole bitches is dead
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| Infrared to the head you can beg you can fled but still gone bleed bloody red
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| Fuck with mine will be see in the moonlight
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| Cause we out riding looking for you
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| Better run for cover nigga duck we about to bust
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| Straight got the Infrared put it on his forehead make some moves
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| Send flowers straight to his home
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| Put a card in the motherfucker send it to his mama
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| Tell her he was dead wrong dead wrong gone now he long gone
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| Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
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| Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv |