Bone Thugs-n-harmony - Resurrection (paper, Paper) lyrics

[Intro: Bizzy Bone] Where the fiends at? [Laughs] n***a Bone Thugs Harmony [Chorus: Bizzy, Krayzie] Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some My n***a I'ma get me some Say my n***a yall, better get your paper paper, paper, paper, paper, paper.... Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some My n***a I'ma get me some Say my n***a yall, better get your paper paper, paper, paper, paper, paper.... Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some My n***a I'ma get me some Say my n***a yall, better get your paper paper, paper, paper, paper, paper.... Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some My n***a I'ma get me some Say my n***a 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***as 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** 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***as, gotta get down fo my thang in here. You already know when we came in here we raw, f** 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***as get serious, let a n***a know, maybe then we can roll. n***a 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**hes 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***a better realize still claim Nineteen nine nine the nine nine Muthaf**a, f**'em to the end, and when I run out, I reloadin and buckin again, some mo! n***a puttin it down, worldwide. Them wicked bad-a** thugs. You punk n***as hate us, but we don't trip, we still get madd a** love. I show you the rapper that's sick of this song We'll straight up toss his a** And if he flossin cash and j**elry, rip it off his a**, keep walkin fast. Thuggish ruggish till the day that I die, f** 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**in'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***a I'ma get me some Say my n***a yall, better get your paper paper, paper, paper, paper, paper.... Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some My n***a I'ma get me some Say my n***a 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***as talkin bout d**h. Like a n***a 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***as 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***a Imma let it fool round and get war. n***as is plottin that 2-11, thats why I got heat for armageddon. Picture Lay on his knees and I'm beggin, n***a betta shoot me and send me to heaven. f** all the drama, Imma just blast, hollow point tips off in that a**. Tha slicka the n***a thats pullin the trigga is the n***a thats standin up last. Countin this cash, still doin this mash. Blowin much weed as we watch you bleed. n***a got k**ed fo the love of the cheese. Now you cant do sh** cause your 6 feet deep. f**in with Lay is a game you shouldnt play, even myself I could die today. I could lie, but hey it aint worth it, sh**, 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**h, and Bone Thugs in this b**h, n***a. It's all about money, yeah. Imma get me some. Cant be f**in with n***as that aint got none. Cause lately yall been actin funny, I guess you smell some money. Get out my pockets, betta count your sh** It's still St. Clair wig-split. Four other n***as that I run with, you dont wanna f** with. {Dollars and dollars but still,} {we gotta get mo} Remember back in the days when we was f**ed 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***a I'ma get me some Say my n***a yall, better get your paper paper, paper, paper, paper, paper.... Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some My n***a I'ma get me some Say my n***a 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**h 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**) Reminiscin on my thug a** 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 yall aint a damn thang changed bout the n***a they bang. My n***as,they're down, and we'll bang your brain, muthaf**a 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