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Resurrection (Paper, Paper) Lyrics

Artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Album: BTNHResurrection

[Bizzy Bone]
Where the fiends at?
(short laughter)
Nigga..
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Hook: Bizzy Bone (Krayzie Bone)

My mane, gotta get me some, man I gotta get me some
(Say my nigga y'all better get y'all
paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper) (4x)

(Bizzy Bone):
Say one of my babies hanging even with me
Why it still don't change me
But I can't explain it, not a victory
How in the hell
Can the ways of a broad
Can mean y'all highlight and hurry
Bury my baby bout now
And childhood stars, crack head cars nigga
Now I've known that since a little boy
Now here we are
Steadily rolling over you
When it's over it's over
To the soldiers that hear me
Then again man
One of the closest is right here man
Here me and it ain't no stop so ahh so ahh
Can I get drunk up in my car
Pull out some Endo
And they like who do you think you are
But I'm sober so uhh
So I jump in the red and

(Krayzie Bone)
Shut the door and we peel off
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Resurrection
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish we in the flesh
But none of them Thuggish Ruggish Niggaz
Gotta get up for my thang in here
You already know that we came in here
Yeah we raw
Look at you only read about us
And believe what you saw
Till I die
I'm down to ride in the war
We niggaz specific to let a nigga know
Better bet and then roll
Nigga bad to the bone
When I show don't click with hoes
Or no busters, haters or hoes
When they pop up at my door
I get excited all up tight and violent
Bitches that's not invited
Gotta get 'em before they get me man
Crazy, loco, insane, bang, bang
Running with the pump, pump
No bluffing, we pop
Nigga better recognize
Still claim nineteen nine nine the nine nine
Motherfucker better keep your head up
Before we run all up in it
And fuck it up again some more
Nigga put it down worldwide
Them wicked, bad ass thugs
You put niggaz haters on me
But 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 til' the day that I die
Fuck it that's how I've been all of my life (test it, test it)
T-H-U-G we be and it ain't no thang
Keep bucking, thuggin, dumping
Fucking this busters up with my gauge
We popping all y'all
I'm watching all y'all

Hook: (2x)

(Layzie Bone)
Time after time everywhere I look
Everywhere I turn niggaz talking about death
Like a nigga can't dream of nothing else
But a little bit of wealth
Trying to help they self
But I really can't blame cause you
I'm doing the same too
Man do what you gotta do
But what I'm a do
Is keep checking my cheddar
Fool ain't none of you niggaz doing better
When I'm ahead of you and you hating
Only the real thugs keeping it raw
Keeping that heat tight
Living that street life
Nigga I'm a letter for round to get war
Niggaz is plotting that too
We loving it
That's why we got heat for Armageddon
Preacher laying on his knees and I'm begging
Nigga better shoot me and send me to heaven
Fuck all the drama I'm a just blast
Hollow point tips off up in that ass
The slicker the nigga that's pulling the trigger
Is the nigga that's standing up last
(????) doin his thang
Doing much weed as he watching you bleed
Nigga got killed for the love of the cheese
Now you can't do shit because you six feet deep
Fucking with hay 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'm a hold my ground
And I'm a lace my boots
When it's time to shoot that's it
Screaming out Mo Thugs in this bitch
And Bone Thugs in this bitch

(Wish Bone)
It's all about (yeah)
I'm a get me some
Can't be fucking with niggaz that ain't got none
Cause lately y'all been acting funny
I guess you stole some money
It ain't out my pockets
Better count your shit
And still St. Clair wig split
Four other niggaz that I run with
You don't wanna fuck with it
Dollars and dollars but still we got to get more
Remember back in the day when we fucked up
But not anymore (uh uh, no, no)
But didn't a damn thing come easy
A lot of planning, bus rides, and Easy (E)
For sheazey, believe me, believe me
It ain't gonna stop 'til the end of my time
With my Bone thug love I'm a always get mine
And I mean that can I have that
Paper, Paper, Money, Money

Hook (2x)

(Flesh-n-Bone)
You better believe ain't no fucking
With them soldiers standing in connection
What you thought would be closed
We bucking this bitch on y'all
Bout to flip on y'all
I am what I am the fifth dog
Hit y'all good paper, paper
For the whole lick
Tell 'em I got dibs on this
And kids in this (You the realest, realest)
And I'm missing all my thug ass niggaz (Easy E, Easy)
Sixty oh to the six double O
And it's all for the love of thugging
Got to get the paper
I told you ain't a damn thing changed
For them niggaz in the nine
Them niggaz will bang your brains
Motherfucker for thinking these things
(Flesh, Flesh we in the flesh)
(Flesh, Flesh we in the flesh)
And if I could go back and
Well easy in my cad-i-llac
And a couple of cutlass some smoke
With my Bone Thugs, where y'all at?
24th Century heroes two triple zero
Righteous ones of wisdom howls
In the land
With a hundred and forty four thousand

Comments/Interpretations

by jhen_coolhead on 9/23/2009 8:27pm
i love it. . . .

by CrimeUnicoe on 10/8/2010 3:39am
ice songs

by Easy on 8/21/2011 6:40pm
...is the nigga that standin up last, countin his cash, still doin his maths, blowin much weed as i watch u bleed, nigga got killed for the love of the cheese , now......