Resurrection (Paper, Paper) - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
[Intro: Bizzy Bone]
Where the fiends at?
[Laughs]
N_gga
Bone Thugs
Harmony
[Chorus: Bizzy, Krayzie]
Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some
My n_gga I'ma get me some
Say my n_gga yall, better get your paper
paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....
Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some
My n_gga I'ma get me some
Say my n_gga yall, better get your paper
paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....
Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some
My n_gga I'ma get me some
Say my n_gga yall, better get your paper
paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....
Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some
My n_gga I'ma get me some
Say my n_gga yall, better get your paper
paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....
Money aint a thang,
[Verse One: Bizzy Bone, Krayzie Bone]
My my babys bangin,
beefin with me,
squashed it ordained it,
Better yet sustained the flurry
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 n_ggas 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 sayin
"Who do you think you are?!"
When I'm sober, start jumpin in it to win itttt.........
Sh_t I bet they thought we fell off.
Bone Thugs~n~Harmony Resurrection,
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish,
we in the Flesh.
Rememeber them thuggish ruggish n_ggas,
gotta get down fo my thang in here.
You already know when we came in here we raw,
f_ck 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 n_ggas get serious, let a n_gga know,
maybe then we can roll.
N_gga 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.
B_tches 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!
N_gga better realize still claim
Nineteen nine nine the nine nine
Muthaf_cka, f_ck'em to the end,
and when I run out,
I reloadin and buckin again, some mo!
N_gga puttin it down, worldwide.
Them wicked bad-ass thugs.
You punk n_ggas hate us,
but we don't trip,
we still get madd 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_ck 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_ckin'em bustas up with my gauge.
We poppin all yall,
Im watchin all yall.
[Chorus: Bizzy, Krayzie]
Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some
My n_gga I'ma get me some
Say my n_gga yall, better get your paper
paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....
Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some
My n_gga I'ma get me some
Say my n_gga yall, better get your paper
paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....
Money aint a thang,
[Verse Two: Layzie Bone, Wish Bone (Bizzy Bone) {Bizzy Bone & Wish Bone}]
Time after time,
everywhere I look,
everywhere I turn,
n_ggas talkin bout death.
Like a n_gga can't dream of nuthin 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 n_ggas 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.
N_gga Imma let it fool round and get war.
N_ggas is plottin that 2-11,
thats why I got heat for armageddon.
Picture Lay on his knees and I'm beggin,
n_gga betta shoot me and send me to heaven.
F_ck all the drama, Imma just blast,
hollow point tips off in that ass.
Tha slicka the n_gga
thats pullin the trigga
is the n_gga thats standin up last.
Countin this cash,
still doin this mash.
Blowin much weed
as we watch you bleed.
n_gga got killed fo the love of the cheese.
Now you cant do sh_t cause your 6 feet deep.
F_ckin with Lay
is a game you shouldnt play,
even myself I could die today.
I could lie, but hey it aint worth it,
sh_t, aint none of us here to stay.
Imma hold my ground,
and Imma lace my boots.
So when its time to shoot, then thats it.
Screamin out Mo Thug in this b_tch,
and Bone Thugs in this b_tch, n_gga.
It's all about money, yeah.
Imma get me some.
Cant be f_ckin with n_ggas that aint got none.
Cause lately yall been actin funny,
I guess you smell some money.
Get out my pockets,
betta count your sh_t
It's still St. Clair wig-split.
Four other n_ggas that I run with,
you dont wanna f_ck with.
{Dollars and dollars but still,}
{we gotta get mo}
Remember back in the days when we was f_cked up
but not anymore (uh uh, no, no)
And aint a damn thang come easy,
alot of plannin, bus rides, and {Eazy}
Fo cheese,
believe me,
believe me,
and it aint gone stop at the end of my time
with my Bone Thug love
I'ma always get mine.
And I mean that,
gotta have that,
paper paper,
money money,
money, money.
[Chorus: Bizzy, Krayzie]
Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some
My n_gga I'ma get me some
Say my n_gga yall, better get your paper
paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....
Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some
My n_gga I'ma get me some
Say my n_gga yall, better get your paper
paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....
Money aint a thang,
[Verse Three: Flesh-N-Bone (Layzie Bone)]
You better believe we five of the last
true soldiers standin' in command
You thought of me closin the book.
On this b_tch 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 sh_t)
Reminiscin on my thug ass n_gga Eazy-E (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 n_gga they bang.
My n_ggas,they're down,
and we'll bang your brain,
muthaf_cka for thinkin he famous!
[Bridge: Bizzy Bone & Layzie Bone]
We in the flesh flesh,
We in the flesh,
We in the flesh flesh,
We in the flesh
[Verse Four: Flesh-N-Bone]
And if I can go bite the bullet
so Eazy 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 Howse
then can roll with one hundred and forty four thousand
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