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CANTANTE: Bone Thugs N Harmony
TITULO:Resurrection (paper Paper)
Bizzy bone
Where the fiends at? nigga, bone thugs--harmony!
Bizzy bone [krayzie bone]
My main thang! gonna get me some, my nigga, gonna get me some!]
[so my nigga, y'all better get that paper, paper, paper, paper, paper,
Paper!]
My main thang! gonna get me some, my nigga, gonna get me some!]
[so my nigga, y'all better get your paper, paper, paper, paper, paper,
Paper!]
Bizzy bone
My, my babys bangin, beefin with me, squashed it, ordained it, but they
Understand it! flurry, hide in the fury, but the ways of a broad don't
Mean you've died out of my life. i'm hurt, burned, livin' and tied down
With child hood scars, crackhead, cars. niggas, i don't know that, who
That nigga was, now here we are! steady, we roll out over you. when it's
Over, it's over for the soldiers who live it--that'll give me trouble.
Come a lil' bit closer, stand right near me! here we are, ain't no
Stops, uh uh, uh uh! can i get drunk off in a bar without some haters
Sayin', who do you think you are? when i'm sober, soldiers jumpin' in
It to win it....
Krayzie bone
Shit, i bet they thought that 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,
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 when i showed up,
Clique with hoes or no bustas, haters, or hos--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
1999! muthafucka, buck em to the end and when i run out, i reload it and
Buck it again some more! nigga put it down, worldwide--them wicked,
Bad-ass thugs! you punk niggas hate us, but we dont trip, we still get
Mad-ass love! now show me the rapper that say we got soft. we sick him
And we toss his ass and if he flossin cash and jewelry--rip it off his
Ass, keep walkin past. thuggish ruggish 'til the day die. fuck it,
That's all i've been all of my life. t-h-u-g we be and it aint no thang!
Keep buckin, duckin, dumpin, fuckin them bustas up with my guage. we
Poppin all yall, im watchin all yall, yall...
Bizzy bone [krayzie bone]
My main thang! gonna get me some, my nigga, gonna get me some!]
[so my nigga, y'all better get that paper, paper, paper, paper, paper,
Paper!]
My main thang! gonna get me some, my nigga, gonna get me some!]
[so my nigga, y'all better get your paper, paper, paper, paper, paper,
Paper!]
Layzie bone
Time after time everywhere i look, everywhere i turn, niggas talkin bout
Death. like a nigga cant dream of nothin else, but a lil bit of wealth,
Tryin to help they self. but i really cant blame you 'cause i do the
Same too! man, you do what you gotta do--but what ima do is keep chasin'
My cheddar, fool, aint none of yall niggas doin' it better, ooh, and im
Ahead of you and yall hate it! only the real thugs keepin it
Raw--grippin that heat tight, livin that street life. nigga, i'ma let a
Fool round and get war. nigga just plottin that two-eleven, thats why i
Got heat for armageddon. picture lay on his knees and i'm beggin', nigga
Better shoot me and send me to heaven. fuck all the drama, ima just
Blast! hollow point tips off in that ass. the slicker the nigga that's
Pullin the trigger is the nigga
That's standin' up last! countin' his cash, still doin' his math.
Blowin' much weed as i watch you bleed. nigga got killed for the love of
The cheese, now you cant do shit 'cause
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