Bone Thugs-N-Harmony ☆ Thug Luv [Featuring 2Pac]

It’s always something you got to give up…(Yeah, I know,
know, know) if you want everything you want. (But shit, I don’
t know, I don’t know).
There’s always something you got to give up…(Yeah, I know,
know) if you want everything you want. (But shit, I don’t
know, I don’t know). [*2]
My life is a jungle, I struggle, hustle, Monday through
Sunday. They tell me the world is mine, but shit I don’t want
it, who want it? How could it be mine and I’m still hungry,
still homely, lost, and lonely? So I holler at the forces of
the wind as a friend. But I predicted this ending back in the
day. Cause I had visions of bad decisions—knew niggas would
go astray. Although we pray, and we pray, and we pray, we do,
but see when a nigga lose faith, no more united-divided, we
fall, nigga and haul. We’re all dealt fucked cards, but don’t
complain, just play the hand that you was dealt. You play ’em
right you prevail, you play ’em wrong then you fail. It ain’t
hard to tell when you be headed for self-destruction. Cause I
could look at the piece, solve the puzzle. It ain’t no love
involved. Everything we was dissolved. We all hard as one, but
together we raw. And it ain’t a nigga that could fuck with
that. We spreaded the talent. My nigga what’s up with that?
Lettin’ the devil get in, should’ve pinned. You was
pretendin’ to be friends. We was slickin by that snake-in-the-
grass, slither-slicked a nigga fast, yeah that muthafuckin
snake-in-the-grass. We dropped our guards, and he got inside
us like a virus. Now our family reunion done turned into a
family crisis (crisis).
Bizzy
There’s always something you got to give up, up, up…if you
want everything you want, want, want. [*4]

I was never on some solo shit. Always down to roll and blow a
head off. He jet off and don’t know me (me), don’t tell me
you love me (me). And when I was lonely and my daddy died. All
of my niggas came, nigga dreamt. And thanks for coming. I’m
still stressed out over the death. But I take a breath to puff
my cigarette (Wet!). I think the world is just collapsing, but
I’m still rappin’. Get it all off my chest. Go wackin’ back
to the action. When the bird was flyin’, low, and laughin’,
family bashin’, ’til it just happened and Wally passed in the
ashes. Workin’ it tragic, gloomy, askin’ if you’ll ever come
back tomorrow? We tellin’ the truth, clone, you still beatin’
around the bush. Baby I’m sorry it’s all in the game,
throwin’ up blood, fuck it Lay! Let’s sign our life away!
Wish
Now see me, I ain’t givin’ up a muthafuckin thing. It’s
hard to come by. And I ain’t no bitch-nigga. Shit, commit some
robberies and walk-by’s cause you don’t want that, neither do
I. But I will, I will, cause I’m a hustla, a hustla (Yeah).
Until I die, I’ma get mine, even if it mean murder, gettin
caught, fuck it, let me fire. You know, it’s hectic niggas
thirsty nowadays, but I’m a hustla just like you, don’t
bring that shit my way.

Layzie [Bizzy]
Well if there’s something you can’t give up, [Would you give
it up?] to get everything you want? [I can’t give it up!] [*4]

Hell naw, I be thugged out nigga, turned out nigga! Runnin’
with niggas that’s killas, the realest that be shermed out
nigga! Fearin’ my prophecy. Ain’t no stoppin’ me. Comin’
through with the Mossberg shotty! I really don’t wanna hurt
nobody, just kill off Filluminati. Fuck the DEA, and the FBI,
IRS can kiss my ass too! CPD, FCC y’all better quit
trippin’ ‘fore a nigga come blast you. I’ll blast you, hit ’em
up like Pac did. Take ’em hostage, terrorized and tortured
your ghetto resource. A big payback, payback. Little Lay that
little nigga with scrilla. And bitch I thought you knew? You
gotta beat on me, I gotta a beam on you. You wanna fuck with
me, I’ma fuck with you. Biatch! Like it always be. Y’all
bitches goin’ have to kill me. Feel me! You goin’ have to pop
me, if you even tryin’ to stop me from grindin’. I’m leavin’
you blinded by the science of Mo Thug ’til you find us. All
the nigga know is in real life in the streets gotta get that
good life. Getting’ that lle’ up under the streetlights, it’s
a life I’m fightin’. A nigga want out but just can’t get out.
So I guess I gots to fix it. All them dreams of havin’ them
big things, I’m still gon’ chase it. You’ll see that.
Krayzie
There’s always something you got to give up…(Yeah, I know,
know, know) if you want everything you want. (But shit, I don’
t know, I don’t know). [*2]

There’s always something you got to give up…(Yeah, I know,
know) if you want everything you want. (But shit, I don’t
know, I don’t know). [*2]
Flesh
Here they come, wicked, and I bomb down. Bone servin’ the
fiends. Lit ’em up and then I’ll hit ’em with a future shock!
Then pulling my glock. That’s when they all thought, “When
this shit gon’ stop?” Popped in my slug, and it goes pop!
Droppin’ this shit daily, kicking this thug music. But I love,
also really love smoking bud ’til I buzz, sippin’ on some
toxic, feelin’ me lust. My niggas, don’t play it too close. My
thugs aint’ havin’ that shiiit. My peers applied with the
pencil when they stabbing the holes through the people, and
split your wig! And buckin’ it on T’s like me, S-C-T’s in the
city of C-L-E. We bail, get ’em up rollin’. Could you handle
the Wasteland souljah? Told ya, nigga, better have my gun.
Now, follow the man and don’t tell him what the Ouija spelled,
better hope you don’t fall victim. Niggas stick up another
then run! When I’m through with the body, hit y’all! ‘Cause
when it be Armageddon, still I’m up. Hey it’s Flesh givin’ you
pain or pleasure, whatever you want on my dream, go on. Well
then stack your jewelry Krayzie.

Layzie [Bizzy]{Krayzie}
Well if there’s something you can’t give up, {Yeah, I know,
know, know} [Would you give it up?] to get everything you
want? {But shit, I don’t know, I don’t know}[I can’t give it
up!] [*2]

{…Oh, oh , oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh…}
Well if there’s something you can’t give up, {Yeah, I know,
know, know} [Would you give it up?] to get everything you
want? {But shit, I don’t know, I don’t know}[I can’t give it
up!] [*2]