| Bizzy
| Where the fiends at? Heh-heh…heh! Nigga, Bone Thugs…N~Harmony
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| Bizzy [Krayzie]
| Money ain't a thang?I'ma get me some, money, I'ma get me some.]
| [Say my nigga, y'all better get that paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper.]
| Money ain't a thang?I'ma get me some, money, I'ma get me some.]
| [Say my nigga, y'all better get your paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper.]
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| Money ain't a thang…
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| Bizzy
| Morning, my baby’s bangin’, beefin’ with me, squashed it, ordained it, better yet sustained it?flurry. Hide in the fury, cause the ways of abroad could mean you die out of the highlight in a hurry. Burned me. Baby tied down with childhood scars, crack-head cars. Niggas, I don't know that. Who died in the war? Now here we are. Steady, we roll out over you. When it's over, it's over for the soldiers who with me 'til they hear me. Come a little bit closer, stand right near me. Here we are, ain't no stops, uh uh, uh uh. Can I get drunk off in the bar without some haters sayin', "Who do you think you are?" When I'm sober, soldiers went into Heaven.
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| Krayzie
| Shit, I bet they thought that we fell off, witness Bone Thugs-N-Harmony?Resurrection, Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, we in the flesh. (Flesh Bone) 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. 'Til I die, I’m down to ride in the war (war). When you niggas get serious, let a nigga know, maybe then we can roll. Nigga bad to the bone when I sure don’t clique with hoes with no bustas, haters, 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. (get me man) Krayzie, loco, insane--bang bang, runnin’ with the pump pump, no bluffin’, we buck. Nigga better realize, still claim nineteen-nine-ninety-nine-nine. Muthafucka buck until 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 don’t trip, we still get mad-ass love. Now show me the rapper that say we got soft, when we see him, we toss his ass, and if he flossin’ cash and jewelry?rip it off his ass, keep walkin’ past. Thuggish Ruggish 'til the day that I die. Fuck it, that's all I've been all of my life. Just a, just a (thug) T-H-U-G we…and it ain’t no thang. Keep buckin’, buckin’, dumpin’, fuckin' them bustas up with my guage. We poppin’ all y’all, (hater) I’m watchin’ all y'all, y'all...
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| Bizzy [Krayzie]
| Money ain't a thang?I'ma get me some, money, I'ma get me some!]
| [Say my nigga, y'all better get that paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper!] [*2]
| Money ain't a thang…
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| Layzie
| | Time after time everywhere I look, everywhere I turn, niggas talkin’ bout death. Like a nigga can’t dream of nothin’ else, but a little bit of wealth, tryin’ to help theyself. But I really can’t blame you cause I do the same too. Man, you do what you gotta do. But what I’ma do is keep protectin' my cheddar, fool, ain’t none of ya’ll niggas doin' it better. Ooh and I’m ahead of you and y’all hate it. Only the real thugs keepin’ it raw. Grippin’ that heat tight, drivin’ that street light. Nigga, I'ma let off a 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 better shoot me and send me to Heaven. Fuck all the drama, I’ma 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 he watch you bleed. Nigga got killed for the love of the cheese, now you can’t do shit 'cause you six-feet deep. Fuckin' with Lay is the game that 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’ma hold my ground and I’ma lace my boots, so when it’s time to shoot, then |
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