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    Thug luv (Original Version)

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    Thug luv (Original Vers...
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    By 2Pac

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      Lyrics for 2Pac - "Thug luv (Original Version)"

      Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA
      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!

      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
      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 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

      Pac Pac run with us, run with us, run with us!
      Pac Pac run with us! Pac and Rip with Thug Luv
      Pac Pac run with us, run with us, run with us!
      Pac Pac run with us! Pac and Rip with Thug Luv
      Pac Pac run with us, run with us, run with us!
      Pac Pac run with us! Pac and Rip with Thug Luv
      Pac Pac run with us, run with us, run with us!
      Pac Pac run with us! Pac and Rip with Thug Luv

      SONGWRITERS:
      POWELL, MICHAEL J. / HENDERSON, ANTHONY / MCCANE, BRYON / HOWSE, STEVEN / SCRUGGS, CHARLES
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