Thug Luv
Bone Thugs N' Harmony
The Art of War



2Pac:Nigga, we doin' this shit from Cleveland
to L.A., nigga, whatever you niggas want.
We bringin' it! Thug luv, nigga. Bitch!
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.
[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
niggas we is. Where my thugs at?
[Cocking of a gun, followed by gunshot
repeated throughout.]
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?



Bizzy: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. 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 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 nigga with mine. Fuck
them niggas, it's on. All y'all fall.
Bizzy gettin' bitches 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,
nigga 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].


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
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, 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.

Layzie:Little thug from the Land, nigga never
ran. Muthafuckas out to get me. They
don't understand it's the #1 nigga out
with a nation of niggas down to put it
some work and do some dirt, fuckin' 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,
nigga wanna crash me, eat dust. For the
love of the lust, niggas bustin' on us.
Hit 'em up with the buck 12 gauge
eruptions. It's the art of war. Puttin'
niggas on the floor when I'm comin'
through the door, bringin' nothin' but
terror, causin' much pain to the nigga
that dared us, tried to put a twist in
this thugsta era. Paired up with a nigga
like Pac, and a nigga 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
niggas in penetentary, soldiers of the
century, yeah.

Krayzie:Here to get it, told my niggas they need
get the hell down with the dirt, and we
don't fuck around. Buck a couple a rounds,
and if your passin' through, then hit the
ground, and don't get caught up in the
crossfire, nigga. Artillery thick, and
you don't wanna get to fuckin' 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 mothafucka 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 nigga on the level.
Sometimes I get high, and analyze your
crime. Correctly organized and with
results, you'll be surprised.

Wish:Oh, nigga, can you feel the vibe? We can
ride. Playa hatin' niggas, you gotsta
die, it's only right. It's over with,
Bone, better leave it alone, Mo Thug come
crack they fuckin' domes. Still in the
hood, where the thugs play, fuckin' 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, nigga, get a shovel, you
can dig a hole. Bitches is dead.
Infrared to your head. You can beg, you
go fled, but still gon' bleed bloody red.
Fuck with mine, we'll be seen in the
moonlight, 'cause we out ridin', lookin'
for you [for you]. Better run for cover,
nigga, 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 muthafucka,
send it to his mama. Tell her he was dead
wrong, dead wrong. Gone, now we long
gone, long, gone.



Bizzy:Pac Pac run with us, run with us, run with
us. Pac Pac run with us. Pac and Rip
with thug luv.