Tupac feat. Bizzy Bone Thug Love part 2 Lyrics

Tupac
n____ we doin' this s___ from Cleveland to L.A. n____. Whatever you n____s want we bringin' it. (Remy and drink n____) Thug Luv (Thug Luv b____!) n____, what time is it. Yo' I don't give a f___ where you lay at, it's time to slay these b____ made n____s. They ain't even knowin' what type of n____s we is. Where my thugs at! Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. I know you n____s been waiting for this for a long time, well here it is n____, here it is. What you gon' do with this s___?

Bizzy Bone (Tupac)
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 have knew it/ Lil' Pac will give and regain in the world (Whoa) with enemies all rollin' (Freeze n____) Ruthless, well I better pull my pistol and pearl/ Before they a___yze my bail been treated psychologically since 12 or whatever/ Can I get bail? Or will I m_________ myself? Well I'm off to The Land with a hand full of b____ 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____ 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 kill his a__, kill his a__, kill his a__

Tupac
Ha ha ha what's poppin' n____? (Yeah) Put your m_________in' hand on your strap n____ (Thug Luv n____) 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____ and you better kill me. Thug Life baby. (Thug Luv)
I'll probably be punished for hard livin' blind to the facts/ Thugs is convicts in Gods' prison, hands on the strap/ I'm praying, so Father please forgive me/ Police be rushing when they see me I flaunted America's Most Wanted, live on TV like 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/ You heard the last jam n____, this one's worse/ My n____ Bone held the chrome till I came home/ Thug Luv playa/ Tell these b____ n____s, bring it on/ I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evenin' to help my n____s clean up some n____s no longer breathing/ Now, who you believe in? Hit the weed and breathe it's a cold a__ the world, n____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

Sylk E. Fyne
A b____ like Sylk-E catch ya slippin' soon as you forget and trippin'/ South Central stompin' m_________ers bloodin' and crippin' lil' ripstress/ So let me kick it, I'm tired of hearin' that fake s___/ I roll with real b____es, 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

Bizzy Bone
Armageddon! Lord knows that I won't fly by that lesson/ Who 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 bombing 'em, yell up outta my ghettos I won't settle, get on my level/ They can't stop me or drop me/ n____ they got me? f___ no! Little Pac get schizophrenic, it's manage to damage all y'all (and oh...) 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 and 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 or pistol whip a little n____ wit mine/ f___in' n____s, it's on/ All y'all fall/ Bizzy gettin' b____es, test me, bless the floor/ In any attempt to arrest me, stress me, Lord/ Lookin' at death with the last of my breath/ Follow, follow my kids, but don't sin in my steps/ Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets/ Deep in the leaves I'm alone, n____ believe it/ That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in/ Well let it be and get the greens and be runnin' up over Cleveland, Cleveland, Cleveland, Cleveland, Cleveland...