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Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Resurrection (Paper Paper)
Bizzy Bone
Where the fiends at? Nigga, Bone Thugs--Harmony!
Bizzy Bone [Krayzie Bone]
My main thang! Gonna get me some, my nigga, gonna get me some!]
[So my nigga, y'all better get that paper, paper, paper, paper,
paper,
paper!]
My main thang! Gonna get me some, my nigga, gonna get me some!]
[So my nigga, y'all better get your paper, paper, paper, paper,
paper,
paper!]
Bizzy Bone
My, my babys bangin, beefin with me, squashed it, ordained it,
but they
understand it! Flurry, hide in the fury, but the ways of a broad
don't
mean you've died out of my life. I'm hurt, burned, livin' and
tied down
with child hood scars, crackhead, cars. Niggas, I don't know
that, who
that nigga was, now here we are! Steady, we roll out over you.
When it's
over, it's over for the soldiers who live it--that'll give me
trouble.
Come a lil' bit closer, stand right near me! Here we are, ain't
no
stops, uh uh, uh uh! Can I get drunk off in a bar without some
haters
sayin', "Who do you think you are?" When I'm sober,
soldiers jumpin' in
it to win it....
Krayzie Bone
Shit, I bet they thought that 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
thang 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,
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 when I showed
up,
clique with hoes or no bustas, haters, or hos--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
1999! Muthafucka, buck em to the end and when I run out, I reload
it and
buck it again some more! Nigga put it down, worldwide--them
wicked,
bad-ass thugs! You punk niggas hate us, but we dont trip, we
still get
mad-ass love! Now show me the rapper that say we got soft. We
sick him
and we toss his ass and if he flossin cash and jewelry--rip it
off his
ass, keep walkin past. Thuggish Ruggish 'til the day die. Fuck
it,
that's all I've been all of my life. T-H-U-G we be and it aint no
thang!
Keep buckin, duckin, dumpin, fuckin them bustas up with my guage.
We
poppin all yall, Im watchin all yall, yall...
Bizzy Bone [Krayzie Bone]
My main thang! Gonna get me some, my nigga, gonna get me some!]
[So my nigga, y'all better get that paper, paper, paper, paper,
paper,
paper!]
My main thang! Gonna get me some, my nigga, gonna get me some!]
[So my nigga, y'all better get your paper, paper, paper, paper,
paper,
paper!]
Layzie Bone
Time after time everywhere I look, everywhere I turn, niggas
talkin bout
death. Like a nigga cant dream of nothin else, but a lil bit of
wealth,
tryin to help they self. But I really cant blame you 'cause I do
the
same too! Man, you do what you gotta do--but what Ima do is keep
chasin'
my cheddar, fool, aint none of yall niggas doin' it better, ooh,
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'ma
let a
fool round and get war. Nigga just plottin that two-eleven, thats
why I
got heat for Armageddon. Picture Lay on his knees and I'm
beggin', nigga
better shoot me and send me to heaven. Fuck all the drama, Ima
just
blast! Hollow point tips off in that ass. The slicker the nigga
that's
pullin the trigger is the nigga
that's standin' up last! Countin' his cash, still doin' his math.
Blowin' much weed as I watch you bleed. Nigga got killed for the
love of
the cheese, now you cant do shit 'cause you six-feet deep!
Fuckin' with
Lay is the game that 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! Ima hold my ground and Im a lace my boots, so when its time
to
shoot, then thats it--screamin out Mo Thug in this bitch! and
"Bone Thug
in this bitch!" Nigga!
Wish Bone
Its all about money, yeah, and I'ma 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, better count your
shit--it's
still St. Clair wig-split. Four other niggas that I run with, you
dont
want to fuck with [Bizzy Bone: Oh, we gettin'] dollars and
dollars, but
still we gotta gets more. Remember back in the day when we was
fucked
up, but not anymore! [Bizzy Bone: Uh-uh, no no!] And aint a damn
thang
come easy--alot of plannin, bus rides, and Eazy. For sheezy,
believe me,
believe me, and it aint gon stop at the end of my time with my
Bone Thug
love, Ima always get mine and I mean that! Can I have that paper,
paper,
money, money, money, money?
Bizzy Bone [Krayzie Bone]
My main thang! Gonna get me some, my nigga, gonna get me some!]
[So my nigga, y'all better get that paper, paper, paper, paper,
paper,
paper!]
My main thang! Gonna get me some, my nigga, gonna get me some!]
[So my nigga, y'all better get your paper, paper, paper, paper,
paper,
paper!]
Flesh~N~Bone [Layzie Bone]
You better believe we fought for the master, soldiers standin and
come
in. You thought of me closin the book, then this bitch on yall,
flip on
yall. I am what I am--the 5th Dawg! Its all good, paper-paper for
the
whole hood. Tell em I got dibs on this, and kids in this! [You
the
realist, realist!] Reminiscin' on my thug-ass nigga, Eazy-E,
Eazy-E.
Six-deep in a six-double-0 Benz-0 for the love of money. I got to
get
that paper, I told ya'll ain't a damned thing changed but an
everyday
thang. My niggas, they're down and we'll bang your
brain--muthafucka for
thinkin he famous [Bone Thugs: We in the Flesh, flesh, they in
the
flesh! We in the flesh, flesh, we in the flesh!] And if I could
go back
on rollers with Eazy in my cadillac. Bend a couple of corners,
smoke out
with some hoes, now where ya'll at? You ready for twenty-first
century
heroes, two-triple-zero, righteous ones--Im Mr. Howse and roll
with a
hundred and forty-four thousand...
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