Thug luv
2Pac:
Ha, ha! What's poppin', nigga? Put your muthafuckin' hands on your strap, nigga. Thug luv, nigga. 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, nigga, you better kill me. Thug luv, nigga. Thug life, 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 flaunted America's 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, nigga? This one's worse. My nigga, Bone held the chrome 'til I came home. Thug luv playas, tell these bitch niggas bring it on. I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evenin' to help my niggas clean up; some niggas no longer breathin'. Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and grieve. It's a cold ass world. Niggas 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.
Ha, ha! What's poppin', nigga? Put your muthafuckin' hands on your strap, nigga. Thug luv, nigga. 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, nigga, you better kill me. Thug luv, nigga. Thug life, 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 flaunted America's 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, nigga? This one's worse. My nigga, Bone held the chrome 'til I came home. Thug luv playas, tell these bitch niggas bring it on. I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evenin' to help my niggas clean up; some niggas no longer breathin'. Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and grieve. It's a cold ass world. Niggas 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.