resurrection - calabrese lyrics
bizzy bone: where tha fiends at? (laughter) n-gg-. 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 n-gg- 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 fury but the ways of broad don’t mean you’ve died out, of my life, i’m hurt burned my baby, tied down. and childhood scars, crackhead cause n-gg-s i dont know now 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 hear me, that’ll get me in trouble come a little bit closer stand right near me, here we are aint no stops, uh uh… can i get drunk off in some bar with out some haters sayin “who do you think you are?” when im sober, soldiers went into heaven… krayzie bone sh-t i bet they thought we fell off, (witness) bone thugs-n-harmony resurrection krayzie, layzie, bizzy, wish, we in the flesh, remember them thuggrish ruggish n-gg-z? gotta get down for my thang in here, you already know when we came here, we raw, f-ck what you heard and you read about us disbelieve what you what you saw til’ i die, im down to ride in the war when you n-gg-z get serious let a n-gg- know, maybe then we can roll n-gg- bad to the bone and i sure don’t click with hoes or no bustas haters or hoes when they poppin up at my door i get excited, all uptight, and violent b-tches that’s not invited put 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, n-gg- better realize i still claim 19, 9, 9, 9, muthaf-ck it buck it to the end and when run out i reload it and buck it and get some more n-gg- put it down world wide and we get, mad -ss love you n-gg-z and haters can trip but we still get, mad -ss love now show me the rapper that we soft and when we see him we toss his -ss, and if he flossin cash and jewelry, rip it off his -ss, keep walkin past thuggish, ruggish til the day that i die, f-ck it that’s all i been all of my life, just a… just a… t-h-u-g we be, it ain’t no thang keep buckin’, buckin’, dumpin’, f-ckin’ them bustas up with my gauge we poppin all ya’ll, im watchin’ all ya’ll (ya’ll) chorus 2x money ain’t a thang… layzie bone time after time every where i look every where i turn n-gg-z talkin bout death like a n-gg- cant dream of nothin else but a little bit a wealth tryin help they self but i really can’t blame you cause i do the same too man do what ‘cha gotta do but what i’ma do is keep protectin’ my cheddar fool aint none a ya’ll n-gg-z doin it better oooh and i’ma ahead of you and ya’ll hate it only them real thugs keepin it raw, grippin’ that heat tight, livin’ that street life n-gg- i’ma let a round off and get war n-gg-z is plottin’ that 2-11 that’s why i got heat for armegedon picture lay on his knees and im beggin n-gg- better shoot me and send me to heaven f-ck all the drama i’ma just blast, hollow point tips off in that -ss the slicka tha n-gg- that’s pullin the trigga it’s the n-gg- that’s standin up last countin’ his cash still doin his math blowin’ much weed as he watch you bleed n-gg- got killed for the love of cheese now you can’t do sh-t cause you’re six feet deep f-ckin’ with lay’ is a game that shouldn’t play even myself i could die today i could lie but hey it aint worth it sh-t aint none of us to here to stay im’a hold my ground and i’ma lace boots and when it’s time to shoot and that’s it screamin’ out mo’ thug in this biiiiiiitch and bone thug in this biiiiiiitch wish bone it’s all about money yeah im’a get me some can be f-ckin’ with n-gg-z that ain’t got none cause lately ya’ll been actin funny i guess you smell some money get out my pockets better count yo sh-t it’s still st. claire wig-split four other n-gg-z that i run with you don’t wana f-ck with we gettin’ dollas dollas but still we gotta gets more remember back in the day when we f-cked up but not anymore (uh uh, no no) cause aint a d-mn thang, come easy a lot of planin’ bus rides and
[eazy]
fo’ cheesey believe me believe me and aint gon’ stop til the end of my time with my bone thug love i’ma always get mine and i mean, can i have that, paper, paper, money, money, money, money chorus 2x money aint a thang… flesh-n-bone you better believe we’re five of the last true soldiers standin in command you thought we’d be closin the book in this b-tch on all, flip on ya’ll i am what i am, the fifth dawg it’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 -ss n-gg- eazy-e (eazy-e) six deep in a double-o benzo for the love of money i gotta get the paper, i told you aint a d-mn thing change bout the n-gg- they bang my n-gg-s, we’re down and we’ll bang yo brain m-th-f-cka for thinkin he famous (bizzy, layzie) we in the flesh flesh, we in the flesh we in the flesh flesh, we in the flesh flesh-n-bone and if i can go bite the bullet so eazy in my cadillac bend a couple of corners, smoke out with some hoes, now where ya’ll at? 21st century heros, two-triple-zero righteous ones, and with the howse and, roll with a hundred and forty four thousand
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