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| Bone Thugs-N-Harmony: Resurrection (Paper, Paper) lyrics |
Where the friends at?
(Laughs)
Ni**a
Bone Thugs
Harmony
Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some
My ni**a I'ma get me some
Say my ni**a yall, better get your paper
paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some
My ni**a I'ma get me some
Say my ni**a yall, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some
My ni**a I'ma get me some
Say my ni**a yall, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some
My ni**a I'ma get me some
Say my ni**a yall, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
Money aint a thang,
My my babys bangin
Beefin with me
Squashed it ordained it
Better yet sustained the victory
Hide in the fury,
But the ways of a broad
Don’t mean you’ve died out of my life
I’m hurt, burn me baby
Tie down
And child hood scars
Crackhead cause ni**as I dont know
That who’d ya think you are
And here we are, steady we roll out over you
When it’s over it’s over
For the soldiers who hear me, that’ll
Get me in trouble
Can I be closer, stay right near me
Here we are, aint no stars, uh huh
Can I get drunk off in some bar
Without some haters saying
"Who do you think you are?!"
When I’m sober, start jumpin in it to win it
Shit I bet they thought we fell off
Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Resurrection
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish
We in the Flesh
Rememeber them thuggish ruggish ni**as
Gotta get down fo my thang in here
You already know when we came in here we raw
F**k what u heard and you read about us
Just believe what you saw
Till I die, Im down to ride in the war
when you ni**as get serious, let a ni**a know
Maybe then we can roll
Ni**a bad to the Bone
But I sure dont click with hoes
And no bustas, hatas, or hoes when
They poppin up at my door
I get excited, all uptight, and violent
Bitches was not invited
Put’em in a coffin before they get me man
Krayzie, loco, insane, bang bang
Runnin with the pump pump, no bluffin
We buck
Ni**a better realize still claim
Nineteen nine nine the nine nine
Motherf**ker, f**k’em to the end
And when I run out
I reloadin and buckin again, some mo
Ni**a puttin it down, worldwide
Them wicked bad-ass thugs
You punk ni**as hate us
But we don’t trip
We still get mad ass love.
I show you the rapper that's sick of this song
We'll straight up toss his ass
And if he flossin cash and jewelry
Rip it off his ass
Keep walkin fast
Thuggish ruggish till the day that I die
F**k it that’s all I been all of my life
It’s just T-H-U-G we be
And it aint no thang
Keep buckin buckin
Dumpin, f**kin’em bustas up with my gauge
We poppin all yall
I'm watchin all yall
Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some
My ni**a I'ma get me some
Say my ni**a yall, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some
My ni**a I'ma get me some
Say my ni**a yall, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
Money aint a thang,
Time after time
Everywhere I look
Everywhere I turn
Ni**as talkin bout death
Like a ni**a can’t dream of nothin else
But a lil bit of wealth
Tryin to help they self
And I really can’t blame you
Cause I do the same too
Man do what you gotta do
But what Imma do is keep protectin my cheddar fool
Aint none of yall ni**as do it betta, ohhh
And Im ahead of you and yall hate it
Only the real thugs keepin it raw
Grippin that heat tight
Livin that street life
Ni**a Imma let it fool round and get war
Ni**as is plottin that 2-11
Thats why I got heat for armageddon
Picture Lay on his knees and I’m beggin
Ni**a betta shoot me and send me to heaven
F**k all the drama, Imma just blast
Hollow point tips off in that ass
Tha slicka the ni**a
Thats pullin the trigga
Is the ni**a thats standin up last
Countin this cash
Still doin this mash
Blowin much weed
As we watch you bleed
Ni**a got killed fo the love of the cheese
Now you cant do shit cause your 6 feet deep
F**kin with Lay
Is a game you shouldnt play
Even myself I could die today
I could lie, but hey it aint worth it
Shit, aint none of us here to stay
Im ma hold my ground
And Im ma lace my boots
So when its time to shoot, then thats it
Screamin out Mo Thug in this bitch
And Bone Thugs in this bitch, ni**a
It’s all about money, yeah
Im ma get me some
Can't be f**kin with ni**as that aint got none
Cause lately yall been actin funny
I guess you smell some money
Get out my pockets
Betta count your shit
It’s still St. Clair wig-split
Four other ni**as that I run with
you dont wanna f**k with
(Dollars and dollars but still)
(we gotta get mo)
Remember back in the days when we was f**ked up
but not anymore (uh uh, no, no)
And aint a damn thang come easy
A lot of plannin, bus rides, and
Fo cheese
Believe me
Believe me
And it aint gone stop at the end of my time
With my Bone Thug love
Im ma always get mine
And I mean that
Gotta have that
Paper paper
Money money
Money, money
Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some
My ni**a I'ma get me some
Say my ni**a yall, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some
My ni**a I'ma get me some
Say my ni**a yall, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
Money aint a thang,
You better believe we five of the last
True soldiers standin’ in command
You thought of me closin the book
On this bitch on ya’ll, flip on yall
I am what I am the Fifth Dawg
It’s all good
Paper paper for the whole hood
Tell’em I got dibs on this and kids in this
(you real as, real as shit)
Reminiscin on my thug ass ni**a Eazy-E
Six deep in a six-double-o Benzo
Fo the love of money
I gotta get the paper
I told yall aint a damn thang changed
Bout the ni**a they bang
My ni**as, they’re down
And we’ll bang your brain
Motherf**ker for thinkin he famous
We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh
We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh
And if I can go bite the bullet
So easy in my cadillac
Bend a couple of corners
Smoke out with some hoes
Now where yall at?
21st century heroes
Two-triple-zero
Righteous ones
And wish the House
Then can roll with one hundred and forty-four thousand
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