Ta là kế hoạch sắp tới cần phải phấn đấu trong 5 năm sau Ta là cây viết viết ra vài dòng tầm thường nằm ở trên giấy Ta là quyển sách của chính bản thân nhưng chưa được viết đến đâu Ta là chiếc lá rơi bên hiên nhà không biết sẽ trôi bề đâu Ta đem sức mọn đánh đổi không lời cho thứ âm điệu mình yêu Ta đem thời gian dành cho đam mê thứ mà củng chỉ mình hiểu Ta đem linh hồn dành cho hiphop bỏ mặc những lời phán xét Ta đem hy vọng một đời viên mãn không nghe những lời phán xét
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, Fuck 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, fuck?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, Fuck 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 Fuck 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 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 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 Source: LyricFind Songwriters: Flesh-N-Bone / Anthony Henderson / Bryon Mccane / Charles Scruggs / Jimmy Thomas / Steven Howse Resurrection (Paper, Paper) lyri
@sakpase333 sadly this wasnt produced by uneek & i still find it fucked up cuz it sure has the legendy bone style sound to it that every other U-Neek beat has but this one was produced by Lt hutton who is like bones second best producer
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, Fuck 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, fuck?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, Fuck 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 Fuck 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 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 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
aermax 7321 Its good that he noticed. That's respect because it is okay to correct someone to keep them from looking like a dumbass when you do it in good taste. It's not okay to let someone look like a dumbass when you clearly see a flaw that needs correcting and you just allow it to remain that way. Grow up
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, Fuck 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, fuck?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, Fuck 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 Fuck 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 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 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
Blessed are those who are part of the first Resurection ...
Be Blessed !
This beat is tight. I was looking for a totally different track and I stumbled onto this awesome shit.
Gotta love that bassline!
Bone Thugs love it I still listen to it my Ride 16/01/2020 💙
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INDEED
TIL THE SUN CRAK
😍😍❤ amo o toque dessa msc e ela tbm . eh mtoo envolvente
Still tight in 2k19 this shit killer son bring this shit back
Ta là kế hoạch sắp tới cần phải phấn đấu trong 5 năm sau
Ta là cây viết viết ra vài dòng tầm thường nằm ở trên giấy
Ta là quyển sách của chính bản thân nhưng chưa được viết đến đâu
Ta là chiếc lá rơi bên hiên nhà không biết sẽ trôi bề đâu
Ta đem sức mọn đánh đổi không lời cho thứ âm điệu mình yêu
Ta đem thời gian dành cho đam mê thứ mà củng chỉ mình hiểu
Ta đem linh hồn dành cho hiphop bỏ mặc những lời phán xét
Ta đem hy vọng một đời viên mãn không nghe những lời phán xét
This is amazing.
Até choro , bons tempos mano , saudade de tudo
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,
Fuck 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, fuck?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,
Fuck 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
Fuck 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 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 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
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Flesh-N-Bone / Anthony Henderson / Bryon Mccane / Charles Scruggs / Jimmy Thomas / Steven Howse
Resurrection (Paper, Paper) lyri
@sakpase333 sadly this wasnt produced by uneek & i still find it fucked up cuz it sure has the legendy bone style sound to it that every other U-Neek beat has but this one was produced by Lt hutton who is like bones second best producer
This one wasn’t LT it JT Thomas
@@mikeymanCOD
^^^.....backup qb's on ah bean
In thug heaven bone instrumentals play in background 24/7
SEPHICHI DREAD
^^^................."HALLELUYAH bOY"
I love
i love this beat i would love to do a response on youtube
trisha6305
^^^.................bOY!
peace god peace!!!
Shayrod Sinclair
^^^........... ........7
I love it gracias! 🙂
hella weird your first bar has family i was writing somthin to this and my first bar is whats up family haha good shit
tight tight
LUCABONE BTNH FOREVER
Why you didn't put bone thugs in the title?
hood rich□□□
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can i hear ur lyrics ?
izzothaking
^^^.............of coarse!!
Mine?
izzothaking hmm
0:30
wut song is this from?
89Ef9civic paper paper
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,
Fuck 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, fuck?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,
Fuck 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
Fuck 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 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 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
intrumental? where's the letter S ?
re jic
^^^............🤔-you would notice
aermax 7321 Its good that he noticed. That's respect because it is okay to correct someone to keep them from looking like a dumbass when you do it in good taste.
It's not okay to let someone look like a dumbass when you clearly see a flaw that needs correcting and you just allow it to remain that way. Grow up
@@lbsure3566
^^^.....who said anything about sight .....just listen!!
keep the where them beans at nigga thats part of the beat bro
I tried so hard..
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,
Fuck 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, fuck?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,
Fuck 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
Fuck 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 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 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