Thug Luv Bone Thugs-N-Harmony (Ft. 2Pac)

[Intro: 2Pac & Bizzy Bone]
Nigga, we doin' this shit from Cleveland to L.A., nigga
Whatever you niggas want, we bring it!
Thug Luv, (biatch!) nigga 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!
'Pac, 'Pac run with us, run with us, run with us!
'Pac, 'Pac run with us, 'Pac and Rip, with thug love
They ain't even knowing 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?

[Verse 1: Bizzy Bone]
Well, it must be close to the Armageddon, Lord
You 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 bombing 'em
Yell up out of my ghetto, I won't settle, get on my level
They can't, stop me and pop me
Nigga, they got me? Fuck 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 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 nigga with mine
Fuck them niggas, it's on
All y'all fall! Bizzy getting bitches to test me
Bless the floor, and any attempt to arrest me, stress me
Lord, looking 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
Heaving the leaves in my lungs, 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 running up over Cleveland