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 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, 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 U 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 fo the love of the cheese   Now you cant 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      Fo 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