2004-12-05 - 11:27 p.m.
THUG LUV NIGGA

"alright, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out
or we can do this like punks and punk it out
pull your strap on me, nigga, you better kill me!
thug life, baby! (thug luv.)

i'll prob'ly be punished for hard living
blind to the facts
thugs is convicts in god's prison
hand to the strap
prayin' so father please forgive me
police be rushin' when they see me
i flaunt it, america's most wanted live on tv
like pleasure and pain
stuck in this game
holla my name
we all gon' die, we bleed through similar veins
please explain to me now
don't panic when my guns burst
heard the last jam, nigga
this one's worse
my nigga bone helped the chrome 'til i came home
thug luv playa 'til these bitch niggas bring it on
i caught a plane out to cleveland late last evening
to help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathin', yeah!
who do you believe in?
hit the weed and grieve
it's a cold-ass world, niggas
kill you in your sleep, watch me
until they stop me
bury, murder me or drop me
i got thug luv for my nationwide posse, feel me!"

tupac, bone thugs n harmony. fuck yes.

anyways, remember that plan i had to go on a hiatus? so far it's a dismal failure. plans on tuesday and wednesday. smart...

homework and annie hall.

- rachel

ooh, you touch my tra-la-la... mmm, my ding-ding-dong