Resurrection Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Where the friends 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 

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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 aint a thang 

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 

Photos 

crackhead cause niggas 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... 

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 dont 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 aint 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 aint 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 Imma do is keep protectin my cheddar fool. 

Aint 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 Imma 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, Imma 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 cant do shit cause your 6 feet deep. 

Fuckin with Lay 

is a game you shouldnt play 

even myself I could die today. 

I could lie, but hey it aint worth it 

shit, 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 bitch 

and Bone Thugs in this bitch, nigga. 

It's all about money, yeah. 

Imma 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 

betta count your shit 

It's still St. Clair wig-split. 

Four other niggas that I run with 

you dont 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 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. 

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 aint 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 real as, real as shit) 

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 aint 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