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*****, we doin' this **** from Cleveland to L.A., *****, whatever you
*****s want. We bringin' it! Thug luv, *****. *****!
What time is it? Yo, I don't give a **** where you lay at, *****, it's
time to slay these *****-made *****s.
[Bizzy: Pac Pac run with us, run with us, run with us. Pac Pac run
with us. Pac and Rip with thug luv.]
They ain't even knowin' what type of *****s we is. Where my thugs at?
[Cocking of a gun, followed by gunshot repeated throughout.]
Bone thugs-n-harmony. I know you *****s been waitin' for this for a
long time. Well, here it is, *****. Here it is. What you
gonna do with it?
Well it must be close to the Armageddon, Lord. No, then 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. *****, they got me? **** no. Little 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 wantin' (...?...). I'm gonna say that we came to shut 'em all
down. So quick to test, bullet, yes, I say war, roll, flow when I
get the gun for the murda mo' horror, for what they did it all, pause
for the cause, and I fin to pull a nine or pistol, a little *****
with mine. **** them *****s, it's on. All y'all fall. Bizzy gettin'
*****es 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, so they don't sin in my steps. Yet the
weapon is kept with the best of my secrets, deep in the (leaves), I'm
alone, ***** believe that I can see it, if needed, and if you
really want me in, well then let it be, get the greens and we runnin'
up over Cleveland [Cleveland].
Ha, ha! What's poppin', *****? Put your mutha****in' hands on your
strap, *****. Thug luv, *****. 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, *****, you better kill me. Thug luv, *****.
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 flaunt it
Americas 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. Yous explain to me now. Don't panic
when my guns burst. Heard the last jam, *****? This one's worse. My
*****, Bone held the chrome 'til I came home. Thug
luv playas, tell these ***** *****s bring it on. I caught a plane out
to Cleveland late last evenin' to help my *****s clean up; some
*****s no longer breathin'. Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed
and grieve. It's a cold *** world, *****s. 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, ***** never ran. Mutha****as out to get me.
They don't understand it's the number one ***** out with a
nation of *****s down to put it some work and do some dirt, ****in'
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, ***** want to crash me, eat dust. For the
love of the lust, *****s bustin' on us. Hit 'em up with
the buck 12 gauge eruptions. It's the art of war. Puttin' *****s on
the floor when I'm comin' through the door, bringin' nothin'
but terror, causin' much pain to the ***** that dared us, tried to put
a twist in this thugsta era. Paired up with a ***** like Pac,
and a ***** 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 escapers of misery, bless my *****s in
penetentary, soldiers of the century, yeah.
Here to get it, told my *****s they need get the hell down with the
dirt, and we don't **** around. Buck a couple a rounds, and
if your passin' through, then hit the ground, and don't get caught up
in the crossfire, *****. Artillery thick, and you don't want to
get to ****in' 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 lookin' for?" They don't know. A motha****a
with a leather face. Hey, man, she said I ran this way,
said I ran that a way. Ya'll hoes'll never know because I got away,
yeah yeah. A criminal mind to keep a ***** on the level.
Sometimes I get high, and analyze your crime. Correctly organized and
with results, you'll be surprised.
Oh, *****, can you feel the vibe? We can ride. Playa hatin' *****s,
you gotsta die, it's only right. It's over with, Bone, better
leave it alone, Mo Thug come crack they ****in' domes. Still in the
hood, where the thugs play, ****in' 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, *****, get a
shovel, you can dig a hole. *****es is dead. Infrared to your head.
You can beg, you go fled, but still gon' bleed bloody red.
**** with mine, we'll be seen in the moonlight, 'cause we out ridin',
lookin' for you [for you]. Better run for cover, *****,
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 mutha****a, send it to his mama. Tell her he was
dead wrong, dead wrong. Gone, now we long gone, long,
Pac Pac run with us, run with us, run with us. Pac Pac run with us.
Pac and Rip with thug luv.
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