Bizzy Bone - Thug luv (Original Version) lyrics

[Intro :2Pac] (Remy and drink n***a) Thug Luv (Thug Luv b**h!) n***a, what time is it. Yo' I don't give a f** where you lay at n***a, it's time to slay these b**h made n***as. They ain't even knowin' what type of n***as we is, THUG LIFE BABY Wh Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. I know you n***as been waiting for this for a long time, well here it is n***a, here it is. What you gon' do with this sh**? [Verse 1: Bizzy Bone (2Pac)] Well look at the thug that my momma gave up on [?] And labeled me worthless Stroll through the city at 14 dirtless, put in my work and alert the service (Tell 'em) Who could've knew me Lil foster, kid fin to end of the world? (Whoa) With enemies all rollin' Ruthless, well I better pull my pistol and pearl (freeze n***a) Before they an*lyze, me bail Been tricking psychologists since 12 or whatever Can I get bail? Or will I motherf** 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' Ready to maul on y'all with a forty-five Y'all fall and don't you call them laws Remember my name and that's not all/ Whenever you want some call and I'll be prepared to haul y'all off/ n***a dash trap that a** roll up your up yo' a** and punch it then flash/ Got a guage, when I catch 'em chillin' let's go k** his a**, k** his a**, k** his a** [2Pac] Ha ha ha what's poppin' n***a? (Yeah) Put your motherf**in' hand on your strap n***a (Thug Luv n***a) 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) n***a and you better k** 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 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 gonna die. We bleed through similar veins Please explain to me, now. Don't panic when my guns burst Heard the last jam, n***a? This one's worse! My n***a Bone held the chrome 'til I came home Thug love players tell these b**h n***as "bring it on" I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening To help my n***as clean up some n***as no longer breathing Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and breathe It's a cold-a** world; n***as k** 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! [Verse 3: Sylk E. Fyne] A b**h like Sylk-E catch ya slippin' soon as you forget and trippin' South Central stompin' motherf**ers bloodin' and crippin' lil' ripstress So let me kick it, I'm tired of hearin' that fake sh** I roll with real b**hes, thugstas, and pimps Got to repent, heaven sent since I was a small girl Asked The Lord to save my soul from this cold a** 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] 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 bought 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 n***a, they got me? f** 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 n***a with mine f** them n***as, it's on All y'all fall! Bizzy getting b**hes to test me Bless the floor, and any attempt to arrest me, stress me Lord, looking at d**h 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. n***a 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, Cleveland, Cleveland, Cleveland, Cleveland...