Resurrection (Paper, Paper)

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