Intro: Bizzy Bone
Where the fiends at?
(Laughs)
Nigga
Bone Thugs
Harmony
Chorus: Bizzy, Krayzie
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,
Verse One: Bizzy Bone, Krayzie Bone
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.