bizzy bone:
Where tha fiends at?
(Laughter)
Nigga..
Bone thugs,
Harmony
chorus: (4x)
(Bizzy Bone)
money ain't thang,im gonna get me some money,im gonna get me some
(Krayzie Bone)
(Say my nigga ya'll, better get that paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper )
money..
(Bizzy Bone)
Mornin' my baby's bangin',
Beefin' with me,
Sqashed it ordained it,
Better yet sustained it,
The flurry, hide in the fury
But the ways of broad don't mean you've died out,
Of my life, i'm hurt
Burned my baby,
Tied down.
And childhood scars,
Crackhead cause niggas i dont know
Now who died in the war ?
Now 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
Come a little bit closer
Stand right near me,
Here we are
Aint no stops,uh uh...
Can i get drunk off in some bar
With out some haters sayin "who do you think you are?"
When im sober,
Soldiers went into heaven.....
Krayzie Bone
Shit i bet they thought we fell off, (witness)
Bone thugs-n-harmony resurrection
Krayzie, layzie, bizzy, wish,
We in the flesh,
Remember them thuggrish ruggish niggaz ?
Gotta get down for my thang in here,
You already know when we came here,
We raw,fuck what you heard and you read about us
Disbelieve what you what you saw
Til' i die, im down to ride in the war
When you niggaz get serious
Let a nigga know,
Maybe then we can roll
Nigga bad to the bone
And i sure don't click with hoes or no bustas
Haters or hoes
When they poppin up at my door
I get excited, all uptight, and violent
Bitches that's not invited
Put in a coffin before they get me man, (get me man)
krayzie, loco, insane...
Bang bang
Runnin with the pump pump
No bluffin we buck,
Nigga better realize
I still claim 19, 9, 9, 9,
Muthafuck it buck it
To the end and when run out
I reload it and buck it and get some more
Nigga put it down world wide
And we get, mad ass love
You niggaz and haters can trip
But we still get, mad ass love
Now show me the rapper that we soft
And when we see him we toss his ass,
And if he flossin cash and jewelry,
Rip it off his ass, keep walkin past
Thuggish, ruggish til the day that i die,
Fuck it that's all i been all of my life,
Just a... just a....
T-H-U-G we be,
It ain't no thang
Keep buckin', buckin', dumpin', fuckin'
Them bustas up with my gauge
We poppin all ya'll,
Im watchin' all ya'll (ya'll)
chorus 2x
money ain't a thang....
Layzie Bone
Time after time every where i look
Every where i turn niggaz talkin bout death
Like a nigga cant dream of nothin else
But a little bit a wealth tryin help they self
But i really can't blame you
Cause i do the same too
Man do what 'cha gotta do
But what i'ma do is keep protectin' my cheddar fool
Aint none a ya'll niggaz doin it better
Oooh and i'ma ahead of you and ya'll hate it
Only them real thugs keepin it raw,
Grippin' that heat tight,
Livin' that street life
Nigga i'ma let a round off and get war
Niggaz is plottin' that 2-11
That's why i got heat for armegedon
Picture lay on his knees
And im beggin
Nigga better shoot me and send me to heaven
fuck all the drama
I'ma just blast,
Hollow point tips off in that ass
The slicka tha nigga
That's pullin the trigga
It's the nigga that's standin up last
Countin' his cash
Still doin his math
Blowin' much weed
As he watch you bleed
Nigga got killed for the love of cheese
Now you can't do shit cause you're six feet deep
Fuckin' with lay' is a game that shouldn't play
Even myself i could die today
I could lie but hey it aint worth it
Shit aint none of us to here to stay
Im'a hold my ground and i'ma lace boots
And when it's time to shoot and that's it
Screamin' out mo' thug in this biiiiiiitch
And bone thug in this biiiiiiitch
Wish Bone
It's all about money yeah
Im'a get me some
Can be fuckin' with niggaz that ain't got none
Cause lately ya'll been actin funny
I guess you smell some money
Get out my pockets better count yo shit
It's still st. claire wig-split
Four other niggaz that i run with
You don't wana fuck with
We gettin' dollas dollas but still we gotta gets more
Remember back in the day when we fucked up but not anymore (uh uh, no no)
Cause aint a damn thang, come easy
A lot of planin' bus rides and [Eazy]
Fo' cheesey
Believe me
Believe me
And aint gon' stop til the end of my time
With my bone thug love i'ma always get mine
And i mean, can i have that,
Paper, paper,
Money, money, money, money
chorus 2x
money aint a thang...
Flesh-N-Bone
You better believe we're five of the last
True soldiers standin in command
You thought we'd be closin the book
In this bitch on all, flip on ya'll
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 the realist realist)
Reminiscin on my thug ass nigga Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
Six deep in a double-O benzo for the love of money
I gotta get the paper,
I told you aint a damn thing change
Bout the nigga they bang
My niggas, we're down
And we'll bang yo brain muthafucka for thinkin he famous
(bizzy, layzie)
We in the flesh flesh, we in the flesh
We in the flesh flesh, we in the flesh
Flesh-N-Bone
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 ya'll at ?
21st century heros,
Two-triple-zero
Righteous ones,
And with the howse and,
Roll with a hundred and forty four thousand
