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Resurrection (Paper, Paper) - Bone Thugs N Harmony
Where the fiends at
N***a
Bone thugs
Harmony
Money ain't a thing I'ma get me some
My n***a I'ma get me some
Say my n***a y'all better get your paper
Paper paper paper paper paper
Money ain't a thing I'ma get me some
Say my n***a y'all better get your paper
Paper paper paper paper paper
Money ain't a thing I'ma get me some
Say my n***a y'all better get your paper
Paper paper paper paper paper
My n***a I'ma get me some
Say my n***a y'all better get your paper
Paper paper paper paper paper
Money ain't a thang
My my baby's banging
Beefing 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***as I don't 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 ain't 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 jumping in it to win it
S**t I bet they thought we fell off
Bone thugs-n-harmony resurrection
Krayzie layzie bizzy wish
We in the flesh
Remember them thuggish ruggish n***as
Gotta get down for my thing in here
You already know when we came in here we raw
F**k what you heard and you read about us
Just believe what you saw
Till I die I'm down to ride in the war
When you n***as get serious let a n***a know
Maybe then we can roll
N***a bad to the bone
But I sure don't click with hoes
And no busters haters or hoes when
They poppin up at my door
I get excited all uptight and violent
B***hes was not invited
Put 'em in a coffin before they get me man
Krayzie loco insane bang bang
Running with the pump pump no bluffing
We buck
N***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 reloading and bucking again some mo
N***a putting it down worldwide
Them wicked bad-ass thugs
You punk n***as hate us
But we don't trip
We still get mad a*s love
I show you the rapper that's sick of this song
We'll straight up toss his a*s
And if he flossing cash and jewelry
Rip it off his a*s
Keep walking 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 ain't no thing
Keep bucking bucking
Dumping f**king 'em busters up with my gauge
We popping all y'all
I'm watching all y'all
Money ain't a thing I'ma get me some
My n***a I'ma get me some
Paper paper paper paper paper
Money ain't a thang
Money ain't a thing I'ma get me some
My n***a I'ma get me some
Paper paper paper paper paper
Time after time
Everywhere I look
Everywhere I turn
N***as talking 'bout death
Like a n***a can't dream of nothing else
But a lil' bit of wealth
Trying 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 I'ma do is keep protecting my cheddar fool
Ain't none of y'all n***as do it better oh
And I'm ahead of you and y'all hate it
Only the real thugs keeping it raw
Gripping that heat tight
Living that street life
N***a I'ma let it fool round and get war
N***as is plotting that 2-11
That's why I got heat for armageddon
Picture lay on his knees and I'm begging
N***a better shoot me and send me to heaven
F**k all the drama I'ma just blast
Hollow point tips off in that a*s
Tha slicka the n***a
That's pulling the trigga
Is the n***a that's standing up last
Counting this cash
Still doing this mash
Blowing much w**d
As we watch you bleed
N***a got killed for the love of the cheese
Now you can't do s**t 'cause your 6 feet deep
F**king with lay
Is a game you shouldn't play
Even myself I could die today
I could lie but hey it ain't worth it
S**t ain't none of us here to stay
I'ma hold my ground
And I'ma lace my boots
So when it's time to shoot then that's it
Screaming out mo thug in this b***h
And bone thugs in this b***h n***a
It's all about money yeah
I'ma get me some
Can't be f**king with n***as that ain't got none
'Cause lately y'all been acting funny
I guess you smell some money
Get out my pockets
Better count your s**t
It's still st clair wig-split
Four other n***as that I run with
You don't want to 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 ain't a d**n thing come easy
A lot of planning bus rides and eazy
For cheese
Believe me
Believe me
And it ain't 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
Money ain't a thing I'ma get me some
Say my n***a y'all better get your paper
Paper paper paper paper paper
Money ain't a thing I'ma get me some
My n***a I'ma get me some
Say my n***a y'all better get your paper
Paper paper paper paper paper
Money ain't a thang
You better believe we five of the last
True soldiers standing in command
You thought of me closing the book
On this b***h on y'all flip on y'all
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 s**t
Reminiscing on my thug a*s n***a eazy-e eazy-e
Six deep in a six-double-o benzo
Fo the love of money
I gotta get the paper
I told y'all ain't a d**n thing changed
'Bout the n***a they bang
My n***as they're down
And we'll bang your brain
Motherf**ker for thinking 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 eazy in my cadillac
Bend a couple of corners
Smoke out with some hoes
Now where y'all at
21st century heroes
Two-triple-zero
Righteous ones
And wish the how's
Then can roll with one hundred and forty four thousand