Da Beatminerz Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Thug Love

f/ Naughty By Nature

 

 [Hook - Both]

 I got love for my Bloods, got love for my Crips

 Got love for my thugs, and we don't trip - we get rich

 Love for my disciples, love for my lords

 Pitchforks and fivestars, street soldiers for sure

 Got love for Latin kings, and love for MEXICO!

 S.A.'s and L.K.'s joint, coast to coast

 Love the everyday hustlin, bustlin, musclin but what

 When we war, we stay strugglin

 

 [Treach]

 I got a plan, a pound, a payment; let's roll

 I'm seein red, the blue, the brown, black, and gold

 Time to stand as one and snatch back the soul

 Gangsters, we all can jack back control

 Got the bitches comin with the booty and bubbly

 Time to discuss streets cuz shit got ugly

 I thought they all facin enemy to enemy

 Cuz ain't a motherfuckin thang here industry

 Who in here bangin over money, or a bitch that you ain't sure to get

 Or soon as you get it, split it

 Over a block that's hot, or a chain that he got

 The nigga he popped, or over the dimes that HE dropped

 Either way we got a bil' a day

 Cuz nowadays it's kids that spray, they feel that way

 And if we chill and wait, and don't delibirate

 You see they feel that way, and then they kill that way

 

 [Hook]

 

 [Vinnie]

 I love my niggas to the death of me

 I think it's my motherfuckin destiny

 My homies bringin out the best in me

 Shout to my people out on the streets who don't be stessin me

 See what you fake niggas can't feel

 Is that the real recognize real

 Niggas who rob and steal,

 could give a fuck about image and sex apeal

 So when they see you on the streets (Nigga you know the deal)

 Aiyyo these so-called gangsters, as so-called hard

 I seen 'em rollin with a million man entourage

 But then they still get touched on by the law

 That makes me think, what the fuck they even hired 'em for

 You see we all in the same gang

 Because we've all hit the same thang

 But now it's time niggas game changed

 And while he's sleepin callin us "lost souls"

 We send a million O.G.'s straight to the pole

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Treach singing] 2x

 You got my back, I got yo' back

 You got yo' strap, I got my strap

 We got it, and you know it

 We got it, and you know it

 

 [Treach]

 As our people with a purpose, see the shit surface

 They get us, cuz the feds is the nigga you do the dirt with

 Sick of pleading "Your Honor" fuck you, contempt on gettin calmer

 Sick of these warrants, and drinkin and drivin drama

 Time to, get connected, and stop makin them records

 Bout slangin and bangin, but they can't hold it when it get hectic

 Alotta niggas live soft and act hard

 Alotta rappers be claimin they be gangsters but trackstars

 Alotta cops kick ass, for quick cash, and fast cars

 The bottom of the beaten niggas with the last scars

 I'ma do Diallo, I feel dawg he was hollow

 If we don't fight today, it's nothin to fight for tomorrow

 

 [Chorus] 2x