Bone Thugs N Harmony – Paper Paper lyrics

Where the fiends at? Nigga Bone Thugs Harmony Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some Money, I'm gonna get me some Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper Money's my thang gonna get me some Money, I'm gonna get me some Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper Money's my thang gonna get me some Money, I'm gonna get me some Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper Money's my thang gonna get me some Money, I'm gonna get me some Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper Money Why's 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, crack head caused 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, I go on 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 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, 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 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 you G we be And it ain't no thang Keep buckin' duckin' Dumpin', fuckin' ’em bustas up with my gauge We poppin' all y'all, I'm watchin' all y'all Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some Money, I'm gonna get me some Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper Money's my thang gonna get me some Money, I'm gonna get me some Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper Money's my thang gonna get me some Money, I'm gonna get me some Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper Money's my thang gonna get me some Money, I'm gonna 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 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 I'mma do is keep protectin' my cheddar fool Ain't none of y'all niggas do it betta, ohh And I'm ahead of you and y'all hate it Only the real thugs keepin' it raw Grippin' that heat tight, livin' that street life Nigga I'mma let it fool round and get war Niggas is plottin' that 2-11 That's 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, I'mma just blast Hollow point tips off in that ass Tha slicka the nigga, that's pullin' the trigga Is the nigga that's standin' up last Countin' this cash, still doin' this mash Blowin' 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 Fuckin' 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'mma hold my ground And I'mma lace my boots So when it's time to shoot, then that's it Screamin' out Mo Thug in this bitch And Bone Thugs in this bitch, nigga It’s all about money, yeah I'mma get me some Can't be fuckin' with niggas that ain't got none 'Cause lately y'all 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 don't 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 ain't a damn thang come easy Alot of plannin', 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 thang I'm gonna get me some Money, I'm gonna get me some Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper Money's my thang gonna get me some Money, I'm gonna get me some Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper Money's my thang gonna get me some Money, I'm gonna get me some Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper Money's my thang gonna get me some Money, I'm gonna get me some Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper 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 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) 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 y'all ain't 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 y'all at? 21st century heroes Two-triple-zero Righteous ones And wish the Howse Then can roll with one hundred and forty four thousand Explain Request ×

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