Lirik Lagu Resurrection - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
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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 furyBut the ways of broad don't mean you've died out,Of my life, i'm hurtBurned my baby,Tied down.And childhood scars,Crackhead cause niggas i dont knowNow who died in the war ?Now here we are steady we roll out over youWhen it's over it's overFor the soldiers who hear me,That'll get me in troubleCome a little bit closerStand right near me,Here we areAint no stops,uh uh...Can i get drunk off in some barWith out some haters sayin "who do you think you are?"When im sober,Soldiers went into heaven.....
Krayzie BoneShit i bet they thought we fell off, (witness)Bone thugs-n-harmony resurrectionKrayzie, 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 usDisbelieve what you what you sawTil' i die, im down to ride in the warWhen you niggaz get seriousLet a nigga know,Maybe then we can rollNigga bad to the boneAnd i sure don't click with hoes or no bustasHaters or hoesWhen they poppin up at my doorI get excited, all uptight, and violentBitches that's not invitedPut in a coffin before they get me man, (get me man)krayzie, loco, insane...Bang bangRunnin with the pump pumpNo bluffin we buck,Nigga better realizeI still claim 19, 9, 9, 9,Muthafuck it buck itTo the end and when run outI reload it and buck it and get some moreNigga put it down world wideAnd we get, mad ass loveYou niggaz and haters can tripBut we still get, mad ass loveNow show me the rapper that we softAnd when we see him we toss his ass,And if he flossin cash and jewelry,Rip it off his ass, keep walkin pastThuggish, 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 thangKeep buckin', buckin', dumpin', fuckin'Them bustas up with my gaugeWe poppin all ya'll,Im watchin' all ya'll (ya'll)
chorus 2xmoney ain't a thang....
Layzie BoneTime after time every where i lookEvery where i turn niggaz talkin bout deathLike a nigga cant dream of nothin elseBut a little bit a wealth tryin help they selfBut i really can't blame youCause i do the same tooMan do what 'cha gotta doBut what i'ma do is keep protectin' my cheddar foolAint none a ya'll niggaz doin it betterOooh and i'ma ahead of you and ya'll hate itOnly them real thugs keepin it raw,Grippin' that heat tight,Livin' that street lifeNigga i'ma let a round off and get warNiggaz is plottin' that 2-11That's why i got heat for armegedonPicture lay on his kneesAnd im begginNigga better shoot me and send me to heavenfuck all the dramaI'ma just blast,Hollow point tips off in that assThe slicka tha niggaThat's pullin the triggaIt's the nigga that's standin up lastCountin' his cashStill doin his mathBlowin' much weedAs he watch you bleedNigga got killed for the love of cheeseNow you can't do shit cause you're six feet deepFuckin' with lay' is a game that shouldn't playEven myself i could die todayI could lie but hey it aint worth itShit aint none of us to here to stayIm'a hold my ground and i'ma lace bootsAnd when it's time to shoot and that's itScreamin' out mo' thug in this biiiiiiitchAnd bone thug in this biiiiiiitch
Wish BoneIt's all about money yeahIm'a get me someCan be fuckin' with niggaz that ain't got noneCause lately ya'll been actin funnyI guess you smell some moneyGet out my pockets better count yo shitIt's still st. claire wig-splitFour other niggaz that i run withYou don't wana fuck withWe gettin' dollas dollas but still we gotta gets moreRemember back in the day when we fucked up but not anymore (uh uh, no no)Cause aint a damn thang, come easyA lot of planin' bus rides and [Eazy]Fo' cheeseyBelieve meBelieve meAnd aint gon' stop til the end of my timeWith my bone thug love i'ma always get mineAnd i mean, can i have that,Paper, paper,Money, money, money, money
chorus 2xmoney aint a thang...
Flesh-N-BoneYou better believe we're five of the lastTrue soldiers standin in commandYou thought we'd be closin the bookIn this bitch on all, flip on ya'llI am what i am, the fifth dawgIt'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 moneyI gotta get the paper,I told you aint a damn thing changeBout the nigga they bangMy niggas, we're downAnd we'll bang yo brain muthafucka for thinkin he famous
(bizzy, layzie)We in the flesh flesh, we in the fleshWe in the flesh flesh, we in the flesh
Flesh-N-BoneAnd if i can go bite the bulletSo eazy in my cadillacBend a couple of corners,Smoke out with some hoes,Now where ya'll at ?21st century heros,Two-triple-zeroRighteous ones,And with the howse and,Roll with a hundred and forty four thousand
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 furyBut the ways of broad don't mean you've died out,Of my life, i'm hurtBurned my baby,Tied down.And childhood scars,Crackhead cause niggas i dont knowNow who died in the war ?Now here we are steady we roll out over youWhen it's over it's overFor the soldiers who hear me,That'll get me in troubleCome a little bit closerStand right near me,Here we areAint no stops,uh uh...Can i get drunk off in some barWith out some haters sayin "who do you think you are?"When im sober,Soldiers went into heaven.....
Krayzie BoneShit i bet they thought we fell off, (witness)Bone thugs-n-harmony resurrectionKrayzie, 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 usDisbelieve what you what you sawTil' i die, im down to ride in the warWhen you niggaz get seriousLet a nigga know,Maybe then we can rollNigga bad to the boneAnd i sure don't click with hoes or no bustasHaters or hoesWhen they poppin up at my doorI get excited, all uptight, and violentBitches that's not invitedPut in a coffin before they get me man, (get me man)krayzie, loco, insane...Bang bangRunnin with the pump pumpNo bluffin we buck,Nigga better realizeI still claim 19, 9, 9, 9,Muthafuck it buck itTo the end and when run outI reload it and buck it and get some moreNigga put it down world wideAnd we get, mad ass loveYou niggaz and haters can tripBut we still get, mad ass loveNow show me the rapper that we softAnd when we see him we toss his ass,And if he flossin cash and jewelry,Rip it off his ass, keep walkin pastThuggish, 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 thangKeep buckin', buckin', dumpin', fuckin'Them bustas up with my gaugeWe poppin all ya'll,Im watchin' all ya'll (ya'll)
chorus 2xmoney ain't a thang....
Layzie BoneTime after time every where i lookEvery where i turn niggaz talkin bout deathLike a nigga cant dream of nothin elseBut a little bit a wealth tryin help they selfBut i really can't blame youCause i do the same tooMan do what 'cha gotta doBut what i'ma do is keep protectin' my cheddar foolAint none a ya'll niggaz doin it betterOooh and i'ma ahead of you and ya'll hate itOnly them real thugs keepin it raw,Grippin' that heat tight,Livin' that street lifeNigga i'ma let a round off and get warNiggaz is plottin' that 2-11That's why i got heat for armegedonPicture lay on his kneesAnd im begginNigga better shoot me and send me to heavenfuck all the dramaI'ma just blast,Hollow point tips off in that assThe slicka tha niggaThat's pullin the triggaIt's the nigga that's standin up lastCountin' his cashStill doin his mathBlowin' much weedAs he watch you bleedNigga got killed for the love of cheeseNow you can't do shit cause you're six feet deepFuckin' with lay' is a game that shouldn't playEven myself i could die todayI could lie but hey it aint worth itShit aint none of us to here to stayIm'a hold my ground and i'ma lace bootsAnd when it's time to shoot and that's itScreamin' out mo' thug in this biiiiiiitchAnd bone thug in this biiiiiiitch
Wish BoneIt's all about money yeahIm'a get me someCan be fuckin' with niggaz that ain't got noneCause lately ya'll been actin funnyI guess you smell some moneyGet out my pockets better count yo shitIt's still st. claire wig-splitFour other niggaz that i run withYou don't wana fuck withWe gettin' dollas dollas but still we gotta gets moreRemember back in the day when we fucked up but not anymore (uh uh, no no)Cause aint a damn thang, come easyA lot of planin' bus rides and [Eazy]Fo' cheeseyBelieve meBelieve meAnd aint gon' stop til the end of my timeWith my bone thug love i'ma always get mineAnd i mean, can i have that,Paper, paper,Money, money, money, money
chorus 2xmoney aint a thang...
Flesh-N-BoneYou better believe we're five of the lastTrue soldiers standin in commandYou thought we'd be closin the bookIn this bitch on all, flip on ya'llI am what i am, the fifth dawgIt'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 moneyI gotta get the paper,I told you aint a damn thing changeBout the nigga they bangMy niggas, we're downAnd we'll bang yo brain muthafucka for thinkin he famous
(bizzy, layzie)We in the flesh flesh, we in the fleshWe in the flesh flesh, we in the flesh
Flesh-N-BoneAnd if i can go bite the bulletSo eazy in my cadillacBend a couple of corners,Smoke out with some hoes,Now where ya'll at ?21st century heros,Two-triple-zeroRighteous ones,And with the howse and,Roll with a hundred and forty four thousand
