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Resurrection (Paper, Paper)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bizzy Bone
Bizzy Bone
Vocals
Flesh-n-Bone
Flesh-n-Bone
Vocals
Jimmy "JT" Thomas
Jimmy "JT" Thomas
All Instruments
Krayzie Bone
Krayzie Bone
Vocals
Layzie Bone
Layzie Bone
Vocals
Wish Bone
Wish Bone
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Henderson
Anthony Henderson
Lyrics
Bryon Anthony McCane II
Bryon Anthony McCane II
Lyrics
Charles Scruggs
Charles Scruggs
Lyrics
Jimmy "JT" Thomas
Jimmy "JT" Thomas
Composer
S.Howse
S.Howse
Lyrics
Stanley Howse
Stanley Howse
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aaron Conner
Aaron Conner
Recording Engineer
Al Machera
Al Machera
Mixing Engineer
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
Douglas Taylor
Douglas Taylor
Assistant Engineer
Jeff Moses
Jeff Moses
Assistant Engineer
Jimmy "JT" Thomas
Jimmy "JT" Thomas
Producer
Mike Pandons
Mike Pandons
Recording Engineer
Rob Worthington
Rob Worthington
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

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 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 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
Writer(s): Bryon Mccane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse, Stanley Howse, James Edward Jr. Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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