Thug Luv lyrics

Artist  : Half-a-mill 
Song : Thug Luv



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Chorus:







Thug love, to all of my cats 



that went out of town to hustle and nevercame
back



Thug love, to all my cats 



thats in jail forever, and ain't never comin'
back



Thug love, to all of my cats 



who got murdered for stacks and ain't never
comin' back



Thug love, to all of my cats 



who got lost in the ghetto and ain't never comin'
back







[Verse 1]



Sometimes I reminisce



puffin' lye, swallowin' Guinesses



the niggas I used to know is the niggas I miss



some is rich and hidin' out



some is sittin' in the mountains 'till their
lifetime is out



others got found layin' on the ground and their
mind was out



those thats still livin' I hope ya'll hear
this



cause ya'll who I'm rhymin' about



I know ya'll feel this



ya'll probably lick shots everytime ya'll hear
this



Milion, still in this, no loses 



still winnin' this, ya'll probably pushin' gold
Porsches



cribs with gold faucets



pimpin' Ho's who pose for portraits



wherever ya'll at I know you're gettin' it



wherever ya'll at I know ya'll stackin' chips,
livin' rich



I took this time out to reminisce on all the
niggas I miss



let the lye twist 



last time I seen you it was Nine-Six



you had Five bricks and two chicks to ride wit'




left the Eight-Fifty-I at my crib



two bottles of Cris', I won't pop 'em 'till you
return, 



won't even drive your car yo



Yo, we Duns like Lamont and Rahlo



as long as time flow



I'm'a keep you in my mind yo



and I'm'a shine so ya'll can see the sign of my
glow.







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[Verse 2]



See, I ain't fail



to all my cats in C.I.A. jails



Men in black Prisons



who got caught with Karrots from Egyptians



Semarians, contacted by Aliens



black Elohiem trapped in the Beast



kidnapped in the East 



now in the Western Hemisphere trapped in the
streets



here me Son



Ya'll probably in Area Fifty-One



division first prison is worse, cause niggas
don't even know 



there's a civilization in the middle of the
Earth



we was tricked from birth



and slave whipped from birth



stripped from birth



probably microchipped from birth



project dwellin'



we're labeled as high-tech felons



C-74 to the shores of Broadway



I hear the voice in the Hallway, everyday all
day



ghetto Heaven, Four-Four or the sawed-off way



for all my Duns who caught bodies and got caught
on tape



and those who got snitched on



that little chicken-head bitch got pissed off and
ran her lips off



FEDS grabbed her up, now I heard they found her




stabbed up with a pitch fork



It's '99, niggas is rich in New York



so we still livin'...I don't know 



where ya'll at or if ya'll still there.







Chorus 







[Verse 3]



I won't say no names



'cause FEDS ain't playin' no games



for major Cocaine they sent jakes to raid your
domain



I got brains, mega ice on my gold chain



poetic fame, laid back in the stretch Range



paid Mack without the suede hat, just plain



whats left to explain?



we went from Pyramids to projects



from projects to material objects



still imperial, one and the same



gunnin' the same



floss 'till I'm a Hundred and change



pop corks off Louis the 13th bottles of
Champaigne



Donald Goines thug



hollow point slug



I got a major team destroyin' you scrubs



this is what we call love



my Duns brawl in mess halls



transport quarter Ki's in Lex doors



my Son showed me the World and said "It's
Yours"



it's your choice, Sixes or Fours



bitches or whores



this division is yours



just keep it real and live for the cause



keep your steel 'cause shit is a war, this shit
is a war. 







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