The CMC's - Luv for My Thugs lyrics

[Chorus 4x] I got love for my thugs, Where my thugs at? Crazy love for my thug ones [Verse 1: J-Raw] I got this game on lock locc don't you play June for a joke Y'all got me on this microphone because I make the mic smoke And although homeboy I don't bang I know some O.G.'s from the hood I use to hang wit Taught me things from the hood that I now know You become a b.g. before you turn pro And if you know like I know when they slang dope Bes beware for that undercover five-0 And you know you can't mess with the dress code Cause loud colors mess around and get your head blown That's right I'm from the west and it's like that Paranoia keep's a cat consistently strapped Gun shots were the last thing heard I give you my word I seen a body lay limp on the curb J-Raw will tell you straight, go figure I got my pen to the pad and I'm about to pull the trigger, what That's why I got love for my thugs Cause they showed me mad love when a brother was trying to come up And that's why I'm givin' love right back Because the love that I got you won't find in a dope sack [Chorus 4x] I got love for my thugs, Nothin but love fo em Crazy love for my thug ones [Verse 2: Daddy Free] I got love for my thugs Down wit these ex-crips and ex-bloods Jump in the 6 to pick up Big Giz It's on and crackin Bro, Down for that action You know, That's fa sho CMC's back in mode Back the flow, Slip that track in, Bro Ooh souls, It's time to roll Wit people i don't exactly know We snatchin souls, We jackin folks Be them christians who be dippin in cadillacs and spo's Now that ya know us, Ridin on some chrome is deep samoas Straight rolla's, Snatch ya back down wit the stola's We go's in takin souls But we be holdin the truth so what ya see, So we roll, roll, roll Wit God's love to all the gangstas and all thugs Know where i came from, I know what i once was Puttin it down in LA California Used to be a a'hole, But Daddy free's got love for ya [Chorus] 4x [Verse 3: Gizmo] Influenced by crime with them blinded minds They livin' out that lie, got to do it or die but in time they gonna ruin they lives Livin' that thug life, grippin' yo strap, mad and uptight Eyes open wide, ready to ride to survive or die And with that deadly mind set, that's what thug life is You either die or stretch, little homies don't die a wretch, no! Fre and Gizmo, hiitin' flows to get souls So let's roll, to get yo's, up out of that ghetto and up out of that game Y'all comin' up the same way Different times and days, ain't nothin' changed, it's the same game Daddy Free and Giz, ridin' with J-Raw, Papa Semm, Swift and it's on Priesthood and CMC's straight heated That's what's needed, we ain't got thug love, we got the love of Jesus Believers puttin' it down, seein' thugs freed up Givin' up the drink, the weed, the heat and the streets up So in the name I pray to the Father above, be a free thug We got love [Chorus] till fade