Resurrection (Paper, Paper)

About Resurrection (Paper, Paper)

"Resurrection (Paper, Paper)" is a 2000 rap single by Bone Thugs-n-Harmony, the first single released from their album BTNHResurrection.

Year:

2000

5:15

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Where the fiends at?
(Laughs)
Nigga
Bone thugs
Harmony

Money ain't a thing, I'ma get me some
My nigga I'ma get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money ain't a thing, I'ma get me some
My nigga I'ma get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money ain't a thing, I'ma get me some
My nigga I'ma get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money ain't a thing, I'ma get me some
My nigga I'ma get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money ain't a thang

My my baby's banging,
Beefing 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 don't 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, ain't 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 jumping in it to win it

Shit I bet they thought 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 thing in here
You already know when we came in here we raw,
F*ck what you heard and you read about us,
Just believe what you saw
Till I die, I'm 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 don't click with hoes
And no busters, haters, 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
Running with the pump pump, no bluffing
We buck!
Nigga better realize still claim
Nineteen nine nine the nine nine
Motherfucker, f*ck?Em to the end,
And when I run out,
I reloading and bucking again, some mo!
Nigga putting it down, worldwide
Them wicked bad-ass thugs
You punk niggas hate us,
But we don't trip,
We still get mad ass love
I show you the rapper that's sick of this song
We'll straight up toss his ass
And if he flossing cash and jewelry,
Rip it off his ass,
Keep walking fast
Thuggish ruggish till the day that I die,
F*ck it that's all I been all of my life
It's just t-h-u-g we be
And it ain't no thing,
Keep bucking bucking,
Dumping, fucking 'em busters up with my gauge
We popping all y'all,
I'm watching all y'all

Money ain't a thing, I'ma get me some
My nigga I'ma get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
Money ain't a thang,

Money ain't a thing, I'ma get me some
My nigga I'ma get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Time after time,
Everywhere I look,
Everywhere I turn,
Niggas talking bout death
Like a nigga can't dream of nothing else,
But a lil' bit of wealth
Trying 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 I'ma do is keep protecting my cheddar fool
Ain't none of y'all niggas do it better, oh
And I'm ahead of you and y'all hate it,
Only the real thugs keeping it raw
Gripping that heat tight,
Living that street life
Nigga I'ma let it fool round and get war
Niggas is plotting that 2-11,
That's why I got heat for armageddon
Picture lay on his knees and I'm begging,
Nigga better shoot me and send me to heaven
F*ck all the drama, I'ma just blast,
Hollow point tips off in that ass
Tha slicka the nigga
That's pulling the trigga
Is the nigga that's standing up last
Counting this cash,
Still doing this mash
Blowing much weed
As we watch you bleed
Nigga got killed for the love of the cheese
Now you can't do shit cause your 6 feet deep
Fucking with lay
Is a game you shouldn't play,
Even myself I could die today
I could lie, but hey it ain't worth it,
Shit, ain't none of us here to stay
I'ma hold my ground,
And I'ma lace my boots
So when its time to shoot, then that's it
Screaming out mo thug in this bitch,
And bone thugs in this bitch, nigga

It's all about money, yeah
I'ma get me some
Can't be fucking with niggas that ain't got none
Cause lately y'all been acting 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 don't want to f*ck 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 ain't a damn thing come easy,
A lot of planning, bus rides, and (eazy)
For cheese,
Believe me,
Believe me,
And it ain't 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 thing, I'ma get me some
My nigga I'ma get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money ain't a thing, I'ma get me some
My nigga I'ma get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money ain't a thang,

You better believe we five of the last
True soldiers standing in command
You thought of me closing the book
On this bitch on y'all, flip on y'all,
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)
Reminiscing 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 y'all ain't a damn thing changed
Bout the nigga they bang
My niggas,they're down,
And we'll bang your brain,
Motherfucker for thinking 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 y'all at?
21st century heroes,
Two-triple-zero,
Righteous ones,
And wish the how's
Then can roll with one hundred and forty four thousand

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Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Bone Thugs-n-Harmony is an American hip hop group composed of rappers Bizzy Bone, Wish Bone, Layzie Bone, Krayzie Bone, and Flesh-n-Bone. Formed in 1991 in Cleveland, Ohio, the group signed to fellow American rapper Eazy-E‘s Ruthless Records in late 1993, on which they debuted with their EP Creepin on ah Come Up the next year. more »

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