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Thug Luv

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Hip-Hop

Thug Luv was released on November 17, 2020 by Mask Bass as a part of the album No Money - EP

Song Details

AlbumNo Money - EP

Release DateNovember 17, 2020

LabelMask Bass

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM78

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Mask Bass

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Mask Bass

Songwriter

Lyrics

(2pac)

Ha, ha!

Whats poppin ****?

Put your motherfuckin 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 Life, baby

Thug Luv.

I probably be punished for hard livin\', blind to the facts thugsis

convicts in G-d\'s prison hands on my strap. Prayin\', so fatherplease

forgive me. Police be rushin\' when they see me, I flaunt itAmerica\'s

Most Wanted live on T.V. Like pleasure and pain, stuck in thisgame.

Hollar my name we all gonna die. We bleed through similarveins.

Please explain to me now, don\'t panic when my guns burst, heard

the last jam, **** this one\'s worse. My **** Bone held thechrome

till I came home. Thug Luv playas, tell these bitch **** bringit on.

I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evenin\' to help myniggas

clean up some **** no longer breathin\'. Now who do you believe

in? Hit the weed and grieve. It\'s a cold ass world, ****. Killyou in

your sleep, watch me until they stop me, bury, murder me or dropme.

I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse, feel me.

(Layzie)

Little thug from the land, **** never ran. Muthafuckers out toget

me. They don\'t understand it\'s the number 1 **** out with anation

of **** down to put in 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 seems to cause drama.Ready

for war like a knight in my armor, bomb ya. So quick to test us,****

wanna crash me , eat dust. For the love of the lust, niggasbustin\' on

us. Hit \'em up with the buck 12 gauge eruptions. It\'s the art ofwar.

Put **** on the floor when I\'m comin throught the door,bringin\'

nuthin\' but terror, causin\' much pain to the **** that daredus, tried

to put a twist in this thugsta era. Paired up like a **** likePac, and

a **** like me, gotta stay high. Thug luv till I die, keep myprayer to

the sky, but i\'m still in the hood, smoke and fry, so I beg thelord to

save us all escapers of misery, blast my **** in penetentary,

soliders of the century, yeah.

(Krazie)

Here to get it, told my **** they need to get the hell downwith the

dirt, and we don\'t give a fuck around. Buck a couple of rounds,and

if your passin through then hit the ground, and don\'t get caughtup in

the crossfire, ****. Artillery thick, and you don\'t wanna get tofuckin

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 muthafucka with a leather face.Hey

man she said I ran this way, said I ran that way. Ya\'ll hoes\'llnever

know because I got away, yaeh yeah. A criminal mind to keep a

**** on a level, sometimes I get high, and analyze your crime.

Correctly organized and with results, you\'ll be surprised.

(Wish)

Oh, ****, can you feel the vibe? We can ride. Playa hatin ****

you gotsta die, it\'s only right. It\'s over with Bone better leaveit alone.

Mo Thug come crack they fuckin domes. Still in the hood, where

thugs play, fuckin with nothin but thugs man, ain\'t taken noshorts, 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. Bitches isdead

infared to your head. You can beg, you go fled, but still gonnableed

bloody red. Fuck with mine, we\'ll be seen in the moonlight, causewe

out ridin lookin for you. Better run for cover **** duck. Weabout to

bust. Strate got the infared, put it on his forehead. Make amove,

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.

(Bizzie)

Pac pac run with us run with us, run with us. Pac Pac run withus.

Pac and RIP with thug luv.

Written by: Mask Bass

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