Bizzy
Where the fiends at? Heh-heh…heh! Nigga, Bone Thugs…N~Harmony
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.]
Money ain't a thang…
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.
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...
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…
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 that’s it. Screamin’ out
“Mo Thug in this bitch!” and "Bone Thug in this bitch!"
Nigga!
Wish [Bizzy]
It’s all about money, yeah, and I'ma 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, better count your shit. It's still St. Clair wig-
split. Four other niggas that I run with, you don’t want to
fuck with. Fool we gettin' dollars [dollars and dollars but…]
and dollars , but still […still we gotta gets more] we gotta
gets more. Remember back in the day when we was fucked up, but
not anymore. [Unh-uh, no no!] And ain’t a damn thing come
easy—a lot of plannin’, bus rides, and Eazy. [Eazy] For
cheese, hey believe me, believe me, [believe me] and it ain’t
gonna stop 'til end of my time with my Bone Thug love, I’ma
always get mine and I mean that. Can I have that paper, paper,
money, money, money, money?
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…
Flesh [Layzie] {Bizzy & Layzie}
You better believe we five of the last true soldiers standin’
in command. Who you thought'd be closin’ the book in this
bitch on y’all, flip on y’all. I am what I am—the 5th Dawg.
It’s all good, paper, paper for the whole hood. Tell ‘em I
got dibs on this, and kids in this. [You the realest,
realest.] Reminiscin' 'bout my thug-ass nigga, Eazy-E, Eazy-E.
Six-deep in a six-double-O Benzo foe the love of money. I got
to get that paper, I told ya ain't a damned thing changed
still an everyday thang. My niggas, we down and we'll bang
your brain, muthafucka for thinkin’ you famous. {We in the
flesh, flesh, we in the flesh, flesh! We in the flesh, flesh,
we in the flesh!} And if I could go back I'd roll us with Eazy
in my cadillac. Bend a couple of corners, smoke out with some
hoes, now where y'all at? You ready for the 21st Century
heroes, two-triple-zeroes, righteous ones in with the Howse
and enrolled with a hundred and forty-four thousand.