Artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony f/ 2Pac & Sylk-E-Fyne Album: Lost Archives Vol. 1 Song: Thug Luv (Original Version) Typed by: westbingmanson@gmail.com [Intro: 2Pac] Remy and drink nigga Thug Luv (Thug Luv bitch!) nigga what time is it? We my nigga set! I don't give a fuck where you lay at nigga It's time to slay these bitch made (Where my thugs at?) niggaz They ain't even knowing what type of niggaz we is Thug Life (Where my thugs at?) baby! Bone Thugs-N-Harmony I know you niggaz been waiting (Where my thugs at?) for this for a long time Well here it is nigga, here it is (Where my thugs at?) What you gone do with this shit? [Verse 1: Bizzy Bone] Well look at the thug that my momma gave up on Karma And labeled me worthless Stroll through the city at 14 dirtless, put in my work and alert the service (Tell 'em) Who, could have knew it, Lil' Pac will gain the regain of the World (Whorld) Should I be riding Ruthless, well I better pull my pistol and pearl (Freeze nigga) So they analyze my tail Been treated by psychologically since age 12 or whatever, can I get bail? Or will I motherfuck myself? (Myself) Well I'm off to The Land with a hand full of balls, that's all Just some of my dogs, Mo! Thuggin' thuggin' (Thug) Ready to maul on y'all with a forty-five (Bone) Y'all fall and don't you calls them laws Remember my name (Fuck the cops) and that's not all Whenever you want some call (Whoa), and I'll be prepared to haul y'all off Nigga dash, stretch that ass, roll up your up yo' ass and punch it then flash Got a guage, when I catch 'em chillin' let's go Kill his ass, kill his ass, kill his ass [Interlude: 2Pac] Ha ha ha what's poppin' nigga? (Yeah) Put your motherfuckin' hand on your strap nigga (Thug luv nigga) Hell yeah, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out (Thug luv) Or we can do this like punks and punk it out Pull your strap on me (Thug luv) nigga and you better kill me Thug Life baby (Thug luv) [Verse 2: 2Pac] I'll probably be punished for hard living, blind to the facts Thugs is convicts in Gods prison, hands on the strap Praying to father please forgive me, police be rushing when they see me I flaunt it, 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 Please explain to me now, don't panic when my Guns burst You heard the last jam nigga, this ones worse My nigga Bone held the chrome till I came home Thug Luv player tell these, bitch ass niggaz bring it on I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening To help my niggaz clean up some niggaz no longer breathing now Who you believe in? Hit the weed and breathe It's a cold ass world, niggaz, 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 [Verse 3: Sylk-E-Fyne] Thug bitch like Sylk-E catch ya slippin' Soon as you, get to trippin' South Central bumping motherfucker's Bloodin' and Crippin' Little Ripstress, so let me kick it I'm tired of hearing that fake shhh I roll with real bitches, thugsters and pimps Gotta repent, heaven sent, since I was a small girl Ask the Lord to save my soul from this cold ass world Life unfolds, I unload to keep my sanity I guess it's just the B-I-T-C-H in me [Verse 4: Bizzy Bone] 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 y'all can't Stop me or pop me nigga they got me fuck no Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all And 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 and pistol whip a nigga with mine Fuck them niggaz it's on All y'all thug nigga bitches test me bless the floor In any attempt to arrest me, stress me lord I'm looking at death with the last of my breath Follow follow my ki's and dope feinds on my step 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 Alive like me, Alive like me, Alive like me, Alive like me Alive like me, Alive like me, Alive like me