Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Resurrection (Paper Paper)

Bizzy Bone

Where the fiends at? Nigga, Bone Thugs--Harmony!

Bizzy Bone [Krayzie Bone]

My main thang! Gonna get me some, my nigga, gonna get me some!]

[So my nigga, y'all better get that paper, paper, paper, paper, paper,

paper!]

My main thang! Gonna get me some, my nigga, gonna get me some!]

[So my nigga, y'all better get your paper, paper, paper, paper, paper,

paper!]

Bizzy Bone

My, my babys bangin, beefin with me, squashed it, ordained it, but they

understand it! Flurry, hide in the fury, but the ways of a broad don't

mean you've died out of my life. I'm hurt, burned, livin' and tied down

with child hood scars, crackhead, cars. Niggas, I don't know that, who

that nigga was, now here we are! Steady, we roll out over you. When it's

over, it's over for the soldiers who live it--that'll give me trouble.

Come a lil' bit closer, stand right near me! Here we are, ain't no

stops, uh uh, uh uh! Can I get drunk off in a bar without some haters

sayin', "Who do you think you are?" When I'm sober, soldiers jumpin' in

it to win it....

Krayzie Bone

Shit, I bet they thought that 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

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 when I showed up,

clique with hoes or no bustas, haters, or hos--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

1999! Muthafucka, buck em to the end and when I run out, I reload it and

buck it again some more! Nigga put it down, worldwide--them wicked,

bad-ass thugs! You punk niggas hate us, but we dont trip, we still get

mad-ass love! Now show me the rapper that say we got soft. We sick him

and we toss his ass and if he flossin cash and jewelry--rip it off his

ass, keep walkin past. Thuggish Ruggish 'til the day die. Fuck it,

that's all I've been all of my life. T-H-U-G we be and it aint no thang!

Keep buckin, duckin, dumpin, fuckin them bustas up with my guage. We

poppin all yall, Im watchin all yall, yall...

Bizzy Bone [Krayzie Bone]

My main thang! Gonna get me some, my nigga, gonna get me some!]

[So my nigga, y'all better get that paper, paper, paper, paper, paper,

paper!]

My main thang! Gonna get me some, my nigga, gonna get me some!]

[So my nigga, y'all better get your paper, paper, paper, paper, paper,

paper!]

Layzie Bone

Time after time everywhere I look, everywhere I turn, niggas talkin bout

death. Like a nigga cant dream of nothin else, but a lil bit of wealth,

tryin to help they self. But I really cant blame you 'cause I do the

same too! Man, you do what you gotta do--but what Ima do is keep chasin'

my cheddar, fool, aint none of yall niggas doin' it better, ooh, 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, I'ma let a

fool round and get war. Nigga just plottin that two-eleven, thats why I

got heat for Armageddon. Picture Lay on his knees and I'm beggin', nigga

better shoot me and send me to heaven. Fuck all the drama, Ima just

blast! Hollow point tips off in that ass. The slicker the nigga that's

pullin the trigger is the nigga

that's standin' up last! Countin' his cash, still doin' his math.

Blowin' much weed as I watch you bleed. Nigga got killed for the love of

the cheese, now you cant do shit 'cause you six-feet deep! Fuckin' with

Lay is the game that you shouldn't play. Even myself, I could die today!

I could lie, but hey, it aint worth it. Shit, aint none of us here to

stay! Ima hold my ground and Im a lace my boots, so when its time to

shoot, then thats it--screamin out Mo Thug in this bitch! and "Bone Thug

in this bitch!" Nigga!

Wish Bone

Its all about money, yeah, and I'ma 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, better count your shit--it's

still St. Clair wig-split. Four other niggas that I run with, you dont

want to fuck with [Bizzy Bone: Oh, we gettin'] dollars and dollars, but

still we gotta gets more. Remember back in the day when we was fucked

up, but not anymore! [Bizzy Bone: Uh-uh, no no!] And aint a damn thang

come easy--alot of plannin, bus rides, and Eazy. For sheezy, believe me,

believe me, and it aint gon stop at the end of my time with my Bone Thug

love, Ima always get mine and I mean that! Can I have that paper, paper,

money, money, money, money?

Bizzy Bone [Krayzie Bone]

My main thang! Gonna get me some, my nigga, gonna get me some!]

[So my nigga, y'all better get that paper, paper, paper, paper, paper,

paper!]

My main thang! Gonna get me some, my nigga, gonna get me some!]

[So my nigga, y'all better get your paper, paper, paper, paper, paper,

paper!]

Flesh~N~Bone [Layzie Bone]

You better believe we fought for the master, soldiers standin and come

in. You thought of me closin the book, then this bitch on yall, flip on

yall. I am what I am--the 5th Dawg! Its 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 six-double-0 Benz-0 for the love of money. I got to get

that paper, I told ya'll ain't a damned thing changed but an everyday

thang. My niggas, they're down and we'll bang your brain--muthafucka for

thinkin he famous [Bone Thugs: We in the Flesh, flesh, they in the

flesh! We in the flesh, flesh, we in the flesh!] And if I could go back

on rollers with Eazy in my cadillac. Bend a couple of corners, smoke out

with some hoes, now where ya'll at? You ready for twenty-first century

heroes, two-triple-zero, righteous ones--Im Mr. Howse and roll with a

hundred and forty-four thousand...