Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thug Luv, artist - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony.
Date of issue: 03.12.2000
Song language: English
Thug Luv |
Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to L. A |
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it! |
Thug Luv, nigga. |
What time is it? |
Yo, I don’t give a fuck where you lay at |
Nigga, it’s time to slay these bitch-made niggas! |
POP POP, run with us, run with us, run with us! |
POP POP, run with 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 for a long time |
Well, here it is, nigga. |
Here it is. |
What you gonna do with it? |
Well, it must be close to the Armageddon, Lord |
You know that I won’t fly by that lesson |
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me |
And I’m not stressing it softly |
Get 'em up off me, 'cause all we |
Wanted was harmony, been bombing em |
Yell up out of my ghetto, I won’t settle, get on my level |
They can’t stop me and pop me |
Nigga, they got me? |
Fuck no |
Little Pac gets 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’m want 'em to not jump |
I’d rather say that we came to shut 'em all down |
So quick to test, bullet, yes, declare war |
Roll, I’ll flow when I get the gun for the murder |
Mo' horror! |
Why? |
They did it all, pause for the cause |
And I finna to pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga with mine |
Fuck them niggas, it’s on |
All y’all fall! |
Bizzy getting bitches to test me |
Bless the floor, and any attempt to arrest me, stress me |
Lord, looking at death with the last of my breath |
Follow, follow, my kids! |
No, don’t sin in my steps! |
Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets |
Deep in the reach, I’m alone. |
Nigga believe |
That I can see it, if needed, and if you really with me |
And well then let it be, get the greens and we running up over Cleveland |
Ha, ha! |
What’s poppin', nigga? |
Put your muthafucking 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’ll probably be punished for hard living, blind to the facts: |
Thugs is convicts in God’s prison, hands on the strap |
Praying so Father please forgive me! |
Police be rushing when they see me |
I flaunt it: America’s Most Wanted, live on T. V |
Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name! |
We all gon' 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 'til 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 breathin' |
Now, who do you believe in? |
Hit the weed and breathe |
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! |
Little thug from the Land, nigga, never ran |
Muthafuckas out to get me. |
They don’t understand |
It’s the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas |
Down to put it 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, 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 busting on us |
Hit 'em up with the buck, 12-gauge eruptions! |
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 |
Tried 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 'til I die, keep my prayer to the sky |
But I’m still in the hood, smoke and fry |
So I beg the Lord save us all: escapers of misery |
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah |
Here to get it, told my niggas they need get the hell |
Down with the dirt, and we don’t fuck around |
Buck a couple a rounds, and if your passing through |
Then hit the ground and don’t get caught up in the crossfire, nigga |
Artillery thick, and you don’t wanna get to fucking 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 looking for?» |
They don’t know! |
A mothafucka with a leatherface |
Hey, man, she said I ran this way, said I ran that a way |
Ya hoes’ll never know because I got away |
A criminal mind to keep a nigga on the level |
Sometimes I get high and analyze your crime |
Correctly organized and with results, you’ll be surprised |
Oh, nigga, can you feel the vibe? |
We can ride |
Playa hating niggas, you got to die, it’s only right |
It’s over with Bone, better leave it alone |
Mo Thugs come crack their fuckin' domes |
Still in the hood, where the thugs play |
Fuckin' with nothing but thugs, mane |
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 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 riding, looking for you |
Better run for cover, nigga, duck! |
We about to bust, Straight got the infrared, put it on his forehead |
Makes 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 |
Now he long gone, long gone |
POP POP, run with us, run with us, run with us! |
POP POP, run with us, Pac and Rip with Thug Luv |