Where the fiends at?
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(laughs)
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Nigga
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Bone thugs
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Harmony
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Chorus: bizzy, krayzie
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Money i'ma get me some
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My nigga i'ma get me some
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Say my nigga yall, better get your paper
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Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....
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Money i'ma get me some
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My nigga i'ma get me some
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Say my nigga yall, better get your paper
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Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....
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Money i'ma get me some
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My nigga i'ma get me some
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Say my nigga yall, better get your paper
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Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....
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Money i'ma get me some
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My nigga i'ma get me some
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Say my nigga yall, better get your paper
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Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....
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Money
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Verse one: bizzy bone, krayzie bone
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My my babys bangin,
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Beefin with me,
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Squashed it ordained it,
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Better yet sustained the flurry
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Hide in the fury,
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But the ways of a broad
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Don't mean you've died out of my life,
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I'm hurt, burn me baby,
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Tie down.
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And child hood scars,
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Crackhead cause niggas i dont know
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That who'd ya think you are.
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And here we are, steady we roll out over you.
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When it's over it's over,
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For the soldiers who hear me, that'll
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Get me in trouble.
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Can i be closer, stay right near me.
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Here we are, aint no stars, uh huh.......
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Can i get drunk off in some bar,
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Without some haters sayin
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"who do you think you are?!"
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When i'm sober, start jumpin in it to win itttt.........
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Shit i bet they thought we fell off.
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Bone thugs~n~harmony resurrection,
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Krayzie, layzie, bizzy, wish,
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We in the flesh.
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Rememeber them thuggish ruggish niggas,
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Gotta get down fo my thang in here.
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You already know when we came in here we raw,
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Fuck what u heard and you read about us,
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Just believe what you saw.
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Till i die, im down to ride in the war
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When you niggas get serious, let a nigga know,
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Maybe then we can roll.
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Nigga bad to the bone,
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But i sure dont click with hoes
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And no bustas, hatas, or hoes when
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They poppin up at my door
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I get excited, all uptight, and violent.
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Bitches was not invited!
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Put'em in a coffin before they get me man.
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Krayzie, loco, insane, bang bang.
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Runnin with the pump pump, no bluffin
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We buck!
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Nigga better realize still claim
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Nineteen nine nine the nine nine
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Muthafucka, fuck'em to the end,
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And when i run out,
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I reloadin and buckin again, some mo!
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Nigga puttin it down, worldwide.
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Them wicked bad-ass thugs.
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You punk niggas hate us,
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But we don't trip,
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We still get madd ass love.
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I show you the rapper that's sick of this song
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We'll straight up toss his ass
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And if he flossin cash and jewelry,
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Rip it off his ass,
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Keep walkin fast.
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Thuggish ruggish till the day that i die,
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Fuck it that's all i been all of my life.
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It's just t-h-u-g we be.
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And it aint no thang,
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Keep buckin buckin,
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Dumpin, fuckin'em bustas up with my gauge.
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We poppin all yall,
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Im watchin all yall.
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Chorus: bizzy, krayzie
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Money i'ma get me some
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My nigga i'ma get me some
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Say my nigga yall, better get your paper
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Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....
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Money i'ma get me some
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My nigga i'ma get me some
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Say my nigga yall, better get your paper
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Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....
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Money
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Verse two: layzie bone, wish bone (bizzy bone) [bizzy bone & wish bone]
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Time after time,
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Everywhere i look,
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Everywhere i turn,
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Niggas talkin bout death.
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Like a nigga can't dream of nuthin else,
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But a lil bit of wealth.
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Tryin to help they self,
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And i really can't blame you,
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Cause i do the same too.
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Man do what you gotta do.
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But what imma do is keep protectin my cheddar fool.
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Aint none of yall niggas do it betta, ohhh.
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And im ahead of you and yall hate it,
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Only the real thugs keepin it raw.
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Grippin that heat tight,
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Livin that street life.
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Nigga imma let it fool round and get war.
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Niggas is plottin that 2-11,
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Thats why i got heat for armageddon.
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Picture lay on his knees and i'm beggin,
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Nigga betta shoot me and send me to heaven.
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Fuck all the drama, imma just blast,
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Hollow point tips off in that ass.
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Tha slicka the nigga
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Thats pullin the trigga
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Is the nigga thats standin up last.
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Countin this cash,
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Still doin this mash.
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Blowin much weed
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As we watch you bleed.
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Nigga got killed fo the love of the cheese.
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Now you cant do shit cause your 6 feet deep.
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Fuckin with lay
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Is a game you shouldnt play,
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Even myself i could die today.
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I could lie, but hey it aint worth it,
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Shit, aint none of us here to stay.
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Imma hold my ground,
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And imma lace my boots.
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So when its time to shoot, then thats it.
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Screamin out mo thug in this bitch,
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And bone thugs in this bitch, nigga.
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It's all about money, yeah.
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Imma get me some.
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Cant be fuckin with niggas that aint got none.
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Cause lately yall been actin funny,
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I guess you smell some money.
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Get out my pockets,
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Betta count your shit
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It's still st. clair wig-split.
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Four other niggas that i run with,
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You dont wanna fuck with.
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[dollars and dollars but still,]
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[we gotta get mo]
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Remember back in the days when we was fucked up
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But not anymore (uh uh, no, no)
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And aint a damn thang come easy,
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Alot of plannin, bus rides, and [eazy].
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Fo cheese,
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Believe me,
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Believe me,
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And it aint gone stop at the end of my time
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With my bone thug love
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I'ma always get mine.
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And i mean that,
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Gotta have that,
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Paper paper,
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Money money,
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Money, money.
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Chorus: bizzy, krayzie
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Money i'ma get me some
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My nigga i'ma get me some
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Say my nigga yall, better get your paper
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Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....
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Money i'ma get me some
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My nigga i'ma get me some
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Say my nigga yall, better get your paper
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Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....
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Money
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Verse three: flesh-n-bone (layzie bone)
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You better believe we five of the last
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True soldiers standin' in command
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You thought of me closin the book.
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On this bitch on ya'll, flip on yall,
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I am what i am the fifth dawg!
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It's all good,
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Paper paper for the whole hood.
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Tell'em i got dibs on this and kids in this
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(you real as, real as shit)
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Reminiscin on my thug ass nigga eazy-e (eazy-e).
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Six deep in a six-double-o benzo
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Fo the love of money.
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I gotta get the paper.
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I told yall aint a damn thang changed
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Bout the nigga they bang.
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My niggas,they're down,
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And we'll bang your brain,
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Muthafucka for thinkin he famous!
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Bridge: bizzy bone & layzie bone
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We in the flesh flesh,
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We in the flesh,
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We in the flesh flesh,
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We in the flesh
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Verse four: flesh-n-bone
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And if i can go bite the bullet
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So eazy in my cadillac,
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Bend a couple of corners,
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Smoke out with some hoes,
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Now where yall at?
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21st century heroes,
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Two-triple-zero,
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Righteous ones,
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And wish the howse
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Then can roll with one hundred and forty four thousand
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Resurrection (Paper, Paper)
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| Bone Thugs-N-Harmony |
