Lyrics: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony: The Art Of War: WWII: Thug Luv (Featuring 2Pac)
2Pac
Nigga, we doin’ this shit from Cleveland to L.A., nigga. Whatever you niggas want, we bringin’ it! Thug love, nigga. Bitch! 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.
Bizzy Bone
Pac Pac run with us
Run with us
Run with us
Pac Pac run with us
Pac and Rip with thug love
2Pac
They ain’t even knowin’ what type of niggas we is. Where my thugs at? Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. I know you niggas been waitin’ for this for a long time. Well, here it is, nigga. Here it is. What you gonna do with it?
Bizzy Bone
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 stressin’ it softly
Get ’em up off me ’cause all we wanted was harmony
Been bombin’ ’em
Yell up outta my ghetto
I won’t settle
Get on my level
They can’t stop me and pop me
Nigga they got me
Fuck no
Lil’ Pac gets schizophrenic
Let’s 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 murda mo’ horror
For why they did it all
Pause for the cause
And I finna pull a nine or pistol
A little nigga with mine
Fuck them niggas it’s on
All y’all fall
Bizzy gettin’ bitches to test me
Bless the floor and any attempt to arrest me
Stress me
Lord, lookin’ at death
With the last of my breath
Follow follow
My kids now 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 and if you really with me and well then let it be
Get the greens and we runnin’ up over Cleveland (Cleveland…)
2Pac
Haha! What’s poppin’, nigga? Put your muthafuckin’ 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 lfe, baby. Thug luv.
I probably be punished for hard livin’
Blind to the facts
Thugs is convicts in God’s prison
Hands on the strap
Prayin’ so Father please forgive me
Police be rushin’ when they see me
I flaunted
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
You explain to me now
Don’t panic when my guns burst
Heard the last jam now nigga
This one’s worse
My nigga, Bone held the chrome ’til I came home
Thug luv playas tell these bitch niggas bring it on
I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evenin’
To help my niggas clean ups ome niggas
No longer breathin’ now
Who do you believe in
Hit the weed and grieve
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 love for my nationwide posse
Feel me
Layzie Bone
Lil’ 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 press me
Eat dust
For the love of the lust
Niggas bustin’ on us
Hit ’em up with the buck 12 gauge eruption
It’s the art of war
Puttin’ niggas on the floor
When I’m comin’ through the door
Bringin’ nothin’ but terror
Causin’ 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 ’till 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
Escape us of misery
Bless my niggas in penitentiary
Souljahs of the century
Yeah
Krayzie Bone
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 passin’ through
Then hit the ground
And don’t get caught up in the crossfire nigga
Artillery thick and you don’t wanna get to fuckin’ 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 you lookin’ for
They don’t know a muthafucka with a leatha face
Hey man she said I ran this way
Said I ran that a way
Y’all hoes’ll never know because I got away
Yeah yeah
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
Wish Bone
Oh nigga can you feel the vibe
We can ride
Playa hatin’ niggas you gotsta die
It’s only right
It’s over with
Bone better leave it alone
Mo Thug come crack they fuckin’ domes
Still in the hood where the thugs play
Fuckin’ with nothin’ but thugs man
Ain’t takin’ no shorts or no losses
We crackin’ 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 can fled
But still gon’ bleed bloody red
Fuck with mine
We’ll be seen in the moonlight
‘Cause we out ridin’
Lookin’ for you (for you)
Better run for cover, nigga, duck
We about to bust
Strate 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
Gone
Now we long gone
Long gone
Bizzy Bone
Pac Pac run with us
Run with us
Run with us
Pac Pac run with us
Pac and Rip with thug love
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