Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thug Luv, artist - 2Pac. Album song The Art of War: World War 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.08.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ruthless
Song language: English
Thug Luv |
Nigga we doing 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 run wit us run wit us run wit us |
Pac Pac run 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 |
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 me |
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 them 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 running up over Cleveland |
Hahaha what’s poppin nigga |
Put your motherfucking hand on your strap nigga |
Thug Luv nigga we can do this like gangstas |
And slug it out or be like punks and punk it out |
Pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life baby |
I’ll probably be punished for hard living 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’re 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 players 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 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 |
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 |
Fucking 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 coming through the door bringing nothing 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 fucking 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 to keep 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 player hating niggas you gots to die |
It’s over wit Bone better leave it alone Mo Thug I’m cracking fucking domes |
Still in the hood where the thugs play fucking wit nothing but thugs man |
Ain’t taking no shorts or no losses we cracking 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 you can fled but still gone bleed bloody red |
Fuck with mine will be see in the moonlight |
Cause we out riding 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 run wit us run wit us run wit us |
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv |