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Bone Thugs N Harmony Miscellaneous Resurrection bizzy bone: Where tha fiends at? (Laughter) Nigga.. Bone thugs, Harmony chorus: (4x) (Bizzy Bone) money ain't thang,im gonna get me some money,im gonna get me some (Krayzie Bone) (Say my nigga ya'll, better get that paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper ) money.. (Bizzy Bone) Mornin' my baby's bangin', Beefin' with me, Sqashed it ordained it, Better yet sustained it, The flurry, hide in the fury But the ways of broad don't mean you've died out, Of my life, i'm hurt Burned my baby, Tied down. And childhood scars, Crackhead cause niggas i dont know Now who died in the war ? Now 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 Come a little bit closer Stand right near me, Here we are Aint no stops,uh uh... Can i get drunk off in some bar With out some haters sayin "who do you think you are?" When im sober, Soldiers went into heaven..... Krayzie Bone Shit i bet they thought we fell off, (witness) Bone thugs-n-harmony resurrection Krayzie, layzie, bizzy, wish, We in the flesh, Remember them thuggrish ruggish niggaz ? Gotta get down for my thang in here, You already know when we came here, We raw,fuck what you heard and you read about us Disbelieve what you what you saw Til' i die, im down to ride in the war When you niggaz get serious Let a nigga know, Maybe then we can roll Nigga bad to the bone And i sure don't click with hoes or no bustas Haters or hoes When they poppin up at my door I get excited, all uptight, and violent Bitches that's not invited Put in a coffin before they get me man, (get me man) krayzie, loco, insane... Bang bang Runnin with the pump pump No bluffin we buck, Nigga better realize I still claim 19, 9, 9, 9, Muthafuck it buck it To the end and when run out I reload it and buck it and get some more Nigga put it down world wide And we get, mad ass love You niggaz and haters can trip But we still get, mad ass love Now show me the rapper that we soft And when we see him we toss his ass, And if he flossin cash and jewelry, Rip it off his ass, keep walkin past Thuggish, ruggish til the day that i die, Fuck it that's all i been all of my life, Just a... just a.... T-H-U-G we be, It ain't no thang Keep buckin', buckin', dumpin', fuckin' Them bustas up with my gauge We poppin all ya'll, Im watchin' all ya'll (ya'll) chorus 2x money ain't a thang.... Layzie Bone Time after time every where i look Every where i turn niggaz talkin bout death Like a nigga cant dream of nothin else But a little bit a wealth tryin help they self But i really can't blame you Cause i do the same too Man do what 'cha gotta do But what i'ma do is keep protectin' my cheddar fool Aint none a ya'll niggaz doin it better Oooh and i'ma ahead of you and ya'll hate it Only them real thugs keepin it raw, Grippin' that heat tight, Livin' that street life Nigga i'ma let a round off and get war Niggaz is plottin' that 2-11 That's why i got heat for armegedon Picture lay on his knees And im beggin Nigga better shoot me and send me to heaven fuck all the drama I'ma just blast, Hollow point tips off in that ass The slicka tha nigga That's pullin the trigga It's the nigga that's standin up last Countin' his cash Still doin his math Blowin' much weed As he watch you bleed Nigga got killed for the love of cheese Now you can't do shit cause you're six feet deep Fuckin' with lay' is a game that shouldn't play Even myself i could die today I could lie but hey it aint worth it Shit aint none of us to here to stay Im'a hold my ground and i'ma lace boots And when it's time to shoot and that's it Screamin' out mo' thug in this biiiiiiitch And bone thug in this biiiiiiitch Wish Bone It's all about money yeah Im'a get me some Can be fuckin' with niggaz that ain't got none Cause lately ya'll been actin funny I guess you smell some money Get out my pockets better count yo shit It's still st. claire wig-split Four other niggaz that i run with You don't wana fuck with We gettin' dollas dollas but still we gotta gets more Remember back in the day when we fucked up but not anymore (uh uh, no no) Cause aint a damn thang, come easy A lot of planin' bus rides and [Eazy] Fo' cheesey Believe me Believe me And aint gon' stop til the end of my time With my bone thug love i'ma always get mine And i mean, can i have that, Paper, paper, Money, money, money, money chorus 2x money aint a thang... Flesh-N-Bone You better believe we're five of the last True soldiers standin in command You thought we'd be closin the book In this bitch on all, flip on ya'll 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 realist realist) Reminiscin on my thug ass nigga Eazy-E (Eazy-E) Six deep in a double-O benzo for the love of money I gotta get the paper, I told you aint a damn thing change Bout the nigga they bang My niggas, we're down And we'll bang yo brain muthafucka for thinkin he famous (bizzy, layzie) We in the flesh flesh, we in the flesh We in the flesh flesh, we in the flesh 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 ya'll at ? 21st century heros, Two-triple-zero Righteous ones, And with the howse and, Roll with a hundred and forty four thousand |
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