Where the fiends at?
[Chorus: x4 Bizzy & Krayzie]
Money ain't a thing, I'ma get me some
My nigga I'ma get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
Money ain't a thang
[Bizzy Bone & Krayzie Bone]
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,
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, 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
Shit I bet they thought we fell off.
Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Resurrection,
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish,
We in the Flesh.
Remember them thuggish ruggish niggas,
Gotta get down for my thing in here.
You already know when we came in here we raw,
Fuck 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 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 busters, haters, 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.
Running with the pump pump, no bluffing
Nigga better realize still claim
Nineteen nine nine the nine nine
Motherfucker, fuck?em to the end,
And when I run out,
I reloading and bucking again, some mo!
Nigga putting it down, worldwide.
Them wicked bad-ass thugs.
You punk niggas 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 flossing cash and jewelry,
Rip it off his ass,
Keep walking 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 ain't no thing,
Keep bucking bucking,
Dumping, fucking 'em busters up with my gauge.
We popping all y'all,
I'm watching all y'all.
Money ain't a thang,
[Layzie Bone, Wish Bone (Bizzy Bone)]
Time after time,
Everywhere I look,
Everywhere I turn,
Niggas talking bout death.
Like a nigga 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 niggas 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.
Nigga I'ma let it fool round and get war.
Niggas is plotting that 2-11,
That's why I got heat for Armageddon.
Picture Lay on his knees and I'm begging,
Nigga better shoot me and send me to heaven.
Fuck all the drama, I'ma just blast,
Hollow point tips off in that ass.
Tha slicka the nigga
That's pulling the trigga
Is the nigga that's standing up last.
Counting this cash,
Still doing this mash.
Blowing much weed
As we watch you bleed.
Nigga got killed for the love of the cheese.
Now you can't do shit cause your 6 feet deep.
Fucking 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,
Shit, ain't none of us here to stay.
I'ma hold my ground,
And I'ma lace my boots.
So when its time to shoot, then that's it.
Screaming out Mo Thug in this bitch,
And Bone Thugs in this bitch, nigga.
It's all about money, yeah.
I'ma get me some.
Can't be fucking with niggas 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 shit
It's still St. Clair wig-split.
Four other niggas that I run with,
You don't want to 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 ain't a damn thing come easy,
A lot of planning, bus rides, and (Eazy)
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,
Money ain't a thang,
[Flesh-N-Bone (Layzie Bone)]
You better believe we five of the last
True soldiers standing in command
You thought of me closing the book.
On this bitch 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 shit)
Reminiscing 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 y'all ain't a damn thing changed
Bout the nigga they bang.
My niggas,they're down,
And we'll bang your brain,
Motherfucker for thinking 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
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,
And wish the how's
Then can roll with one hundred and forty four thousand
Lyrics submitted by KrayzieBone
"Resurrection (Paper, Paper)" as written by Bryon Mccane Anthony Henderson
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