Money aint a thing 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....)
-Bizzy 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 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.........
-Krayzie Bone-
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 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,
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
-Chorus-
-Layzie Bone-
Time after time,
everywhere I look,
everywhere I turn,
Niggas talkin bout death/
Like a nigga can't dream of nothin 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
-Wish Bone-{Bizzy Bone}-
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 we 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 sheezie/
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-
-Flesh n Bone-{Layzie Bone}-
You better believe we five of the last
True soldiers standin' in command/
You thought of me closin this book on yall
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
Foe the love of money/
I gotta get the paper/
I told yall aint a damn thang changed
still an everyday thang/
My niggas,they're down,
and we'll bang your brain/
Muthafucka for thinkin he famous!
-Layzie Bone with Bizzy Bone-Bridge-
We in the flesh flesh, we in the flesh.....
-Flesh n Bone-
And if I can go back there/
I'd swoop 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
Recorded for the Bone Thugs~n~Harmony album BTNHResurrection