Where the fiends at?
[Laughs]
^!$$%

Bone Thugs
Harmony


[Chorus: Bizzy, Krayzie]

Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some

My ^!$$% I'ma get me some
Say my ^!$$% yall, better get your paper
paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....


Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some
My ^!$$% I'ma get me some

Say my ^!$$% yall, better get your paper
paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....


Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some
My ^!$$% I'ma get me some
Say my ^!$$% yall, better get your paper

paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....

Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some

My ^!$$% I'ma get me some
Say my ^!$$% yall, better get your paper
paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....


Money aint a thang,


[Verse One: Bizzy Bone, Krayzie Bone]
My my babys bangin,
beefin with me,

squashed it ordained it,
Better yet sustained the flurry
Hide in the fury,

but the ways of a broad
don't mean you've died out of my life,
I'm hurt, burn me baby,

tie down.
And child hood scars,
crackhead cause ^!$$%s I dont know

that who'd ya think you are.
And here we are, steady we roll out over you.
When it's over it's over,

for the soldiers who hear me, that'll
get me in trouble.
Can I be closer, stay right near me.

Here we are, aint no stars, uh huh.......
Can I get drunk off in some bar,
without some haters sayin

"Who do you think you are?!"
When I'm sober, start jumpin in it to win itttt.........


%#@! I bet they thought we fell off.
Bone Thugs~n~Harmony Resurrection,
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish,

we in the Flesh.
Rememeber them thuggish ruggish ^!$$%s,
gotta get down fo my thang in here.

You already know when we came in here we raw,
$#&@ what u heard and you read about us,
just believe what you saw.

Till I die, Im down to ride in the war
when you ^!$$%s get serious, let a ^!$$% know,
maybe then we can roll.

^!$$% bad to the Bone,
But I sure dont click with hoes
and no bustas, hatas, or hoes when

they poppin up at my door
I get excited, all uptight, and violent.
(*##$es 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!
^!$$% better realize still claim
Nineteen nine nine the nine nine
Mutha$#&@a, $#&@'em to the end,
and when I run out,

I reloadin and buckin again, some mo!
^!$$% puttin it down, worldwide.
Them wicked bad-ass thugs.
You punk ^!$$%s hate us,
but we don't trip,

we still get madd $$# love.
I show you the rapper that's sick of this song
We'll straight up toss his $$#
And if he flossin cash and jewelry,
rip it off his $$#,

keep walkin fast.
Thuggish ruggish till the day that I die,
$#&@ it that's all I been all of my life.
It's just T-H-U-G we be.
And it aint no thang,

keep buckin buckin,
dumpin, $#&@in'em bustas up with my gauge.
We poppin all yall,
Im watchin all yall.

[Chorus: Bizzy, Krayzie]


Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some
My ^!$$% I'ma get me some
Say my ^!$$% yall, better get your paper
paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....

Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some

My ^!$$% I'ma get me some
Say my ^!$$% yall, better get your paper
paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....

Money aint a thang,

[Verse Two: Layzie Bone, Wish Bone (Bizzy Bone) {Bizzy Bone & Wish Bone}]


Time after time,
everywhere I look,
everywhere I turn,
^!$$%s talkin bout death.
Like a ^!$$% can't dream of nuthin else,
but a lil bit of wealth.

Tryin to help they self,
and I really can't blame you,
cause I do the same too.
Man do what you gotta do.
But what Imma do is keep protectin my cheddar fool.
Aint none of yall ^!$$%s do it betta, ohhh.
And Im ahead of you and yall hate it,

only the real thugs keepin it raw.
Grippin that heat tight,
livin that street life.
^!$$% Imma let it fool round and get war.
^!$$%s is plottin that 2-11,
thats why I got heat for armageddon.
Picture Lay on his knees and I'm beggin,

^!$$% betta shoot me and send me to heaven.
$#&@ all the drama, Imma just blast,
hollow point tips off in that $$#.
Tha slicka the ^!$$%
thats pullin the trigga
is the ^!$$% thats standin up last.
Countin this cash,
still doin this mash.
Blowin much weed
as we watch you bleed.
^!$$% got killed fo the love of the cheese.
Now you cant do %#@! cause your 6 feet deep.
$#&@in with Lay
is a game you shouldnt play,
even myself I could die today.
I could lie, but hey it aint worth it,
%#@!, aint none of us here to stay.
Imma hold my ground,
and Imma lace my boots.
So when its time to shoot, then thats it.
Screamin out Mo Thug in this (*##$,
and Bone Thugs in this (*##$, ^!$$%.