Bone Thugs 'n Harmony - Resurrection (Paper, Paper) Lyrics

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[Intro: Bizzy Bone]

Where the fiends at?

[Laughs]

Nigga

Bone Thugs

Harmony

[Chorus: Bizzy Krayzie]

Money ain't a thang I'ma get me some

My nigga I'ma get me some

Say my nigga yall better get your paper

Paper paper paper paper paper....

Money ain't a thang I'ma get me some

My nigga I'ma get me some

Say my nigga yall better get your paper

Paper paper paper paper paper....

Money ain't a thang I'ma get me some

My nigga I'ma get me some

Say my nigga yall better get your paper

Paper paper paper paper paper....

Money ain't a thang I'ma get me some

My nigga I'ma get me some

Say my nigga 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 niggas 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 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.........

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 niggas

Gotta get down fo my thang in here.

You already know when we came in here we raw

Fuck 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 niggas get serious let a nigga know

Maybe then we can roll.

Nigga bad to the Bone

But I sure don't 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!

Nigga better realize still claim

Nineteen nine nine the nine nine

Muthafucka fuck'em to the end

And when I run out

I reloadin and buckin again some mo!

Nigga puttin it down worldwide.

Them wicked bad-ass thugs.

You punk niggas 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

Fuck 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 fuckin'em bustas up with my gauge.

We poppin all yall

Im watchin all yall.

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[Chorus: Bizzy Krayzie]

Money ain't a thang I'ma get me some

My nigga I'ma get me some

Say my nigga yall better get your paper

Paper paper paper paper paper....

Money ain't a thang I'ma get me some

My nigga I'ma get me some

Say my nigga 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

Niggas talkin bout death.

Like a nigga 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 niggas 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.

Nigga Imma let it fool round and get war.

Niggas is plottin that 2-11

That's why I got heat for armageddon.

Picture Lay on his knees and I'm beggin

Nigga betta shoot me and send me to heaven.

Fuck all the drama Imma just blast

Hollow point tips off in that ass.

Tha slicka the nigga

That's pullin the trigga

Is the nigga that's standin up last.

Countin this cash

Still doin this mash.

Blowin much weed

As we watch you bleed.

Nigga got killed fo the love of the cheese.

Now you can't do shit cause your 6 feet deep.

Fuckin with Lay

Is a game you shouldn't play

Even myself I could die today.

I could lie but hey it aint worth it

Shit aint none of us here to stay.

Imma hold my ground

And Imma lace my boots.

So when it's time to shoot then that's it.

Screamin out Mo Thug in this bitch

And Bone Thugs in this bitch nigga.

It's all about money yeah.

Imma get me some.

Cant be fuckin with niggas 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 niggas that I run with

You don't wanna fuck with.

{Dollars and dollars but still}

{we gotta get mo}

Remember back in the days when we was fucked 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 nigga I'ma get me some

Say my nigga yall better get your paper

Paper paper paper paper paper....

Money ain't a thang I'ma get me some

My nigga I'ma get me some

Say my nigga 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 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 nigga 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 nigga they bang.

My niggasthey're down

And we'll bang your brain

Muthafucka 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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