Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thug Luv Mo Thug Remix, artist - Tupac. Date of issue: 25.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Thug Luv Mo Thug Remix |
| 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 |