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Resurrection (Paper, Paper)

アーティスト:Bone Thugs-N-Harmony 

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Where da fiends at? (laughs)(Chorus: Bizzy, Krayzie) My man man i'ma get me some, man i'ma get me some better get ya paper, paper, paper, paper....(4x) Money aint a thang 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 now 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. and we get bad sad love. You punk niggas hate us, but we don't trip, we still get bad sad 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. (test it, test it) 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. (Chorus) 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,


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