Thug Love
srijeda, 08.02.2006.
United Thugs represent " Gangsta Party"
Intro: 2Nite, Fody the Don
2Nite and Fody T Don present a new deed,
you will listen it more than 5 times, every day, until new has come.
So, bring out champagne glasses and cheer with us while watchin` the asses..
on tha gangsta party.....
Verse one: 2Nite, Fody the Don
Heheheheeee, look, our G`s are comin`
whoa, what riders, look at that wheels, rotating,
they left at home their wifes to be with us,
oooo, they`re carry new guns
I see Desert Eagles Fody`s new shotgun....
With the 2Nite from the west
and with G`s got on chest
I guess, comin` 100 guests,
H-2 riders, G`s are hiden
they`re playin` with nasty bitches
I mean, wealthy motherfuckers....
Some pussies come on the stage
our bodyguards open the gate,
light show, fog and pussies come
than bodyguards goes,
legs are up and underwear you can see
people and the rest of G`s are happy
so I can say that priority of party is succcessfuly....
See that mansion, there will be an action
thugs who`s comin` need security n fucking protection
gettin` powerfull inection
you know, they are rich
mothafuckers millioners from west must fuckin` tha bitch
We are drinkin` wotka-martini
and we are gettin` drinny,
you can hear knockin` of
Ice Cubes in our glasses
Hennessy, alcohol,
smell of powder in the air
I say black is our color
United Thugs are fair,
you can come on our gangsta party too
Fody speak, on the house peak
only he know the truth.....
Dis my lips in the Hennessy, my favorite
I`m now drunked mothafucka,
with the 2Nite rather drinkin` gin, again
smoky blast passin` through my nose to my brain
ahhhh shit, I`ma smoked,
it`s end of the night
crack ain`t here n I`m sayin` „Why“
this house is empty without crazy thugs,
they juggling, bitches around
expensive diamonds, we ain`t livin` humble,
homey`s convict, that`s a shit
he behaved right, he doesn`t deserve that flip,
smoky hall, baby dolls
cause air condition fog is gone,
strange mothafucka doesn`t know
that special gantle guest comin` soon...
[Chorus: Fody the Don, 2Nite]
This is mothafuckin` gangsta party.....
With ilegal things were playin` around
and G`s, our homies are playin` with us....
Champagne....weed....hahaha....
Nobody can stop us....police coming.....
but we runnin`....they can`t c us....hehehe...
United Thugs rules, open champagne...
cheer....oh I forgot, where`s my gun?
Verse two: Fody the Don, 2Nite
Cheers 2-N-i-t-e
champagne glasses cheers at our home in L.A.,
Block to block
chain to chain
thug nigga stuck in tha dope game,
I don`t need any bail cuz every homey know
boss of weed and rap
`Pac, ain`t dead,
please 2Nite, I know you`re interested,
come with me to get wait our man like he deserve it....
Yeah, yeah, offcourse he deserve it
Tu-pac is thug warrior,
let`s get him into the house
carpet became red cause I steped on the lil` mouse,
fuck....fuck he`s here
what waz with my shoes
doesn`t mater, homey cheer..
My D`Eagle is in my pocket
it`s the main thing in the kind of life we living,
I have what I like n I like what I have
and I said to our guests
when he stepping on tha mothafuckin` red carpet,
he`s completed his guest,
so I`m standing on front of him and sayin` him
„Show me homey, what we`ve got you got
come in“.....
Champagne, Hennessy
you and the other G`s
my homies, fucking bitches
no motherfuckin` place or space for insanity,
they squeeze me amongst multi-milioners
given` `em briliants from the money case,
2Pac, I`m his fan,
some mothafucka pull out the glock
artilery casket`s open but noone won`t shot, bang,
everybody down and bow
now, he`s here, so show him what do you know....
Cheers F-O-D-Y and to other H-O-M-I-E-S
thugs, gang members,
specialy cheer to our special guest
who was 7th time arrested,
he`s in our soals, in hearts
but now, just right now, he is in room with us,
finally, he`s back to home, back to home
his heart is bigger some,
ladies n G`s let we introduce him...
Fody, please,....oh no, is that horn police?
Thug kid played with the gun
I heard bang than every nigga run,
the same motherfuckers heard siren
telin` the slangs, niggaz gangs
prepared to push he gas,
than cops opened fire
main G`s pick up the money
than get to the fast runnin`,
don`t forget, be sirious, it ain`t funny,
United Thugs were cheat the cops
chrashed cars, black puffs near the road
deadly scars, every cop was gone,
our meeting` could be illy but funny
next year on the same place, in the same time
on tha gangsta party.....
[Chorus: Fody the Don, 2Nite]
This is mothafuckin` gangsta party.....
With ilegal things were playin` around
and G`s, our homies are playin` with us....
Champagne....weed....hahaha....
Nobody can stop us....police coming.....
but we runnin`....they can`t c us....hehehe...
United Thugs rules, open champagne...
cheer....oh I forgot, where`s my gun?
[United Thugs speach]
He is our man, he is our God...
we are his soldiers, his sons,
while we writin` to him songs bullets flyin` around,
its ours, by United-Thugs
second after police has been gone.....
after gangsta party.....
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Fody the Don & 2nite
Our e-mail: united_thugs@yahoo.com
Fody`s e-mail: fodythedon@yahoo.com
2nite`s e-mail: ll2p@net.hr
yo,we`re UNITED THUGS
when we write rhymes
we`re thinkin` like 2pac lives on...
Hey niggaz, dobro došli na naš blog na kojem ćete uskoro moći naći sve o Tupacu koji je legenda rap-a, koji je živio da bi se borio protiv nepravde i repao o nasilju, ljubavi i siromaštvu iz njegovog djetinstva koje nije bilo bajno.
Please, all `Pac`s fans give some coments on my blog n remember: Makavelli`s still alive...
Download 2Pac`s lyrics:
(razvrstano po albumima)
2Pacalypse now
All Eyez On Me
Me Against The World
Thug Life
Better dayz
R U Still Down (Remember Me)
Still I Rise
Until The End Of Time
Blogovi, stranice.........
About my nigga `Pac:
pacside
2pac2k
2pac legacy
Tupac Amaru Shakur Foundation
All Eyez On Me
2Pac`s fans
2Pac planet
All our homies by the hood:
Nay...
Lil ' Blue Eyez Girl
Break Boy
tito999
GheTTo LaDy
west coast
makaveli
dare
mala_plavooka
bahata reperica
No name001
Ljuby
2rka
Ana
Aliera
2Nitemare
Widi
Tuc
Cut
Jebene izreke
Anja
Swen
Westside girl
Thugz
Neki liq
FRESH MCG gangs
Ana III.
Stanoye
Chuck D
x-thug
Lil' Candy
hip hop.Proof girl
Extras:
Fort Minor
Ck scena forum
TRIBE - udruga za promicanje hip-hop kulture
Diyala
TRISTOSIXTY
westcoast 2k
Rap industry
Snoop Dogg
Dr. Dre
Xzibit
Nate Dogg
Ice-T
Young May Lay
Ice Cube
Eazy-E
Kurupt
Dre`sta
Twista
DMX
Method man
Fabolous
...
IN MEMORIUM ZA LOVRU
R.I.P.
Verse one:
Rest in peace, Lovro
you was known by whole world
young, ambitiouz boy
but intransitive illness got you dawn,
bed callin` you
God ain`t warnin` you
your life dream can`t come true,
everybody sayin`
you are man
the bigest in tha life game,
but Lord needed ya
n he took ya,
your parents are sadden
„you`re with God“
your dady tellin`
his sadly heart
nobody can smillin`,
but now you`re gone
nothin` ain`t the same
in our heart you are
but out of the game,
and we just say
Lovro, rest in peace
now your friends pray.....
R.I.P.
[Chorus]
R.I.P nigga
R.I.P
One of us youngers is buried like a G….
R.I.P nigga
R.I.P
Tha life ain`t the same
You died like a man cuz you were thug like me….
Verse two:
Stop all the clocks
Please, cut off the telephone
before death thug became blind
you couldn`t see anymore,
Your funeral was…
We can`t say…
Thug niggaz from the whole world comin`
To see ya last time
I hope ya never fought
You were only son
But now you`re gone,
Our Lord adopt you up
But only Lord know why
Maybe cuz you`re 2pac`s fan,
So many tears
Every body cry
Your brothas n sistas
Your mama and pa`,
Last 3 years was hard
Noone didn`t know what will future bring to us
When you will die
I heard you were thug
Like a `Pac,
We can`t explain your parents pain
When you were dyin`
Ya primary school cryin`
Thinking` “why God? Why young people dyin`”
Now we only can prayin` n sayin` rest in peace….
[Chorus]
R.I.P nigga
R.I.P
One of us youngers is buried like a G….
R.I.P nigga
R.I.P
Tha life ain`t the same
You died like a man cuz you were thug like me….
Verse three:
Dear Lovro, ya watchin` us from sky
You`re with black Jesuz Tupac
He`s makin` ya a company now,
You`re God
You can control us n ball up
But on motha Earth you are 6 feet underground,
Buried like some mothafucka
In our mind you`re still our brotha`,
Now you can change the world
Stop tha wars
Refresh mind to whors,
United Thugs, 2rka
Writin` bout cha
Your friends and unknowns
Even creatin` blogs bout cha,
You were only 14 when ya left us
we haven`t words cuz it`s hard
Tears comin` on our eye
Lovro for eva in our hearts…..
[Chorus]
R.I.P nigga
R.I.P
One of us youngers is buried like a G….
R.I.P nigga
R.I.P
Tha life ain`t the same
You died like a man cuz you were thug like me….
"T-H-U-G L-I-F-E meaning when you spit us as seeds grows and blows up in your face"
by Tupac Shakur