Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Resurrection (Paper, Paper) lyrics

Where the fiends at nigga, Bone Thugs
Harmony

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

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, 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 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 ain't no thang keep buckin buckin
Dumpin, fuckin'em bustas up with my gauge
We poppin all yall im watchin all yall

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

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 I'mma do is keep
Protectin my cheddar fool
Ain't 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 I'mma let it fool round and get war
Niggas is plottin that 2-11
Thats 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, I'mma just blast
Hollow point tips off in that ass
Tha slicka the nigga thats pullin the trigga
Is the nigga thats 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 ain't worth it
Shit, ain't none of us here to stay
I'mma hold my ground and I'mma lace my boots
So when it's time to shoot, then thats it
Screamin out Mo Thug in this bitch
And Bone Thugs in this bitch, nigga

It's all about money, yeah i'mma get me some
Can't be fuckin with niggas
That ain't 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 ain't a damn thang come easy
Alot of plannin, bus rides, and Eazy
Fo cheese believe me believe me
And it ain't gone stop at the end of my time
With my Bone Thug love i'mma 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 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

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 the realest, realest)
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 ain't a damn thang changed
Bout the nigga they bang
My niggas, they're down
And we'll bang your brain
Muthafucka 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 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