Текст песни: Resurrection (Paper, Paper) + перевод

Where tha fiends at?

(Laughter)

Nigga.

Bone thugs,

Harmony

(Bizzy Bone)

money ain’t thang, im gonna get me some money, im gonna get me some

(Krayzie Bone)

(Say my nigga 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 niggas 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

Shit 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 niggaz?

Gotta get down for my thang in here,

You already know when we came here,

We raw, fuck 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 niggaz get serious

Let a nigga know,

Maybe then we can roll

Nigga 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

Bitches 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,

Nigga better realize

I still claim 19, 9, 9, 9,

Muthafuck it buck it To the end and when run out

I reload it and buck it and get some more

Nigga put it down world wide

And we get, mad ass love

You niggaz and haters can trip

But we still get, mad ass love

Now show me the rapper that we soft

And 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 been all of my life,

Just a… just a…

T-H-U-G we be,

It ain’t no thang

Keep buckin', buckin', dumpin', fuckin'

Them bustas up with my gauge

We poppin all ya’ll,

Im watchin’all ya’ll (ya'll)

money ain’t a thang…

Layzie Bone

Time after time every where i look

Every where i turn niggaz talkin bout death

Like a nigga 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 niggaz 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

Nigga i’ma let a round off and get war

Niggaz is plottin’that 2−11

That’s why i got heat for armegedon

Picture lay on his knees

And im 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 slicka tha nigga

That’s pullin the trigga

It’s 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 cheese

Now you can’t do shit cause you’re six feet deep

Fuckin’with lay’is a game that shouldn’t play

Even myself i could die today

I could lie but hey it aint worth it Shit 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 fuckin’with niggaz 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 shit

It’s still st. claire wig-split

Four other niggaz that i run with

You don’t wana fuck with

We gettin’dollas dollas but still we gotta gets more

Remember back in the day when we fucked up but not anymore (uh uh, no no)

Cause aint a damn thang, come easy

A lot of planin’bus rides and

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

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 bitch 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 ass nigga 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 damn thing change

Bout the nigga they bang

My niggas, we’re down

And we’ll bang yo brain muthafucka 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