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Where the at?

Bone

Money ain't a I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me
Say my nigga y'all, better get your
Paper, paper, paper, paper,

Money's my thang gonna get me
Money, I'm get me some
Say my nigga y'all, get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper,

my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your
Paper, paper, paper, paper,

my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me
Say my nigga y'all, get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper,

Why's my babys bangin', beefin' with me, it ordained it
Better yet the flurry
in the fury, but the ways of a broad
Dont mean youve died out of my
Im hurt, me baby, tie down

And hood scars, crack head caused niggas
I don't know that ya think you are
And here we are, we roll out over you
When its over its over, for the soldiers who me
get me in trouble

Can I be closer, right near me
Here we are, no stars, uh huh
Can I get drunk off in some bar, without some haters
"Who do you you are?"
Im sober, I go on to win it

Shit I bet they we fell off
Bone Resurrection
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy,
We in the

Remember them ruggish niggas
get down fo my thang in here
You know when we came in here we raw
what u heard and you read about us
Just what you saw

Till I die, I'm down to in the war
When you get serious
Let a nigga
Maybe we can roll

Nigga bad to the
But I don't click with hoes
And no bustas, hatas, or hoes
They up at my door
I get excited, all uptight, and

Bitches was not
Put em in a coffin they get me man
Krayzie, loco, insane, bang
Runnin' with the pump, no bluffin'
We

Nigga realize still claim
Nineteen nine nine the nine
Muthafucka, to the end and when I run out
I reloadin' and again, some mo
Nigga puttin' it down,

Them wicked bad-ass
You niggas hate us
But we trip
We still get ass love

I show you the rapper sick of this song
We'll up toss his ass
And if he flossin' cash and
Rip it off his ass, keep walkin'

ruggish till the day that I die
Fuck it thats all I been all of my
Its T H U G we be

And it no thang
buckin' duckin'
Dumpin', fuckin' em bustas up with my
We poppin' all y'all, I'm all y'all

ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me
Say my nigga y'all, better get paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper,

Money's my thang gonna get me
Money, I'm gonna get me
Say my y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper,

Money's my thang get me some
Money, I'm get me some
Say my y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper,

Money's my thang gonna get me
Money, I'm gonna get me
Say my y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper,

Time time, everywhere I look
I turn, niggas talkin' 'bout death
Like a nigga dream of nuthin' else
But a lil bit of

Tryin' to help self
And I cant blame you
I do the same too
Man do what you do

But what I'mma do is keep protectin' my fool
Ain't of y'all niggas do it betta, ohh
And I'm ahead of you and hate it
Only the real thugs it raw

Grippin' that heat tight, that street life
I'mma let it fool round and get war
Niggas is plottin' 2-11
That's why I got for Armageddon

Picture Lay on his and Im beggin'
Nigga betta shoot me and me to heaven
all the drama, I'mma just blast
Hollow tips off in that ass

Tha slicka the nigga, that's pullin' the
Is the nigga that's standin' up
Countin' this cash, doin' this mash
Blowin' weed as we watch you bleed

Nigga got killed fo the of the cheese
Now you cant do shit your 6 feet deep
Fuckin' with Lay is a you shouldn't play
Even myself I die today

I lie, but hey it ain't worth it
Shit, ain't none of us here to
I'mma my ground
And I'mma my boots

So when it's time to shoot, then it
Screamin' out Mo Thug in bitch
And Thugs in this bitch, nigga

Its all about money,
I'mma get me
Can't be with niggas that ain't got none
'Cause lately y'all actin' funny, I guess you smell some money

Get out my pockets, count your shit
Its St. Clair wig-split
Four other niggas that I run
You wanna fuck with

Dollars and dollars but still we get mo
back in the days when we was fucked up
But not
(Uh uh, no, no)
And ain't a damn thang come
Alot of plannin', bus rides, and

Fo cheese, believe me, me,
And it ain't stop at the end of my time
my Bone Thug love, I'ma always get mine
And I mean that, gotta that, paper paper
money, money, money

Money ain't a I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me
Say my nigga y'all, better get your
Paper, paper, paper, paper,

Money's my thang gonna get me
Money, I'm gonna get me
Say my nigga y'all, better get your
Paper, paper, paper, paper,

Money's my thang get me some
Money, I'm get me some
Say my nigga y'all, get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper,

Money's my gonna get me some
Money, I'm get me some
Say my y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper,

You believe we five of the last
True standin in command
You of me closin' the book
On bitch on yall, flip on y'all
I am what I am the Fifth

Its all good,
Paper paper for the whole
em I got dibs on this and kids in this
(You real as, as shit)
Reminiscin' on my thug ass Eazy-E
(Eazy-E)

Six deep in a six-double-o fo' the love of money
I gotta get the
I told y'all a damn thang changed
the nigga they bang
My niggas, theyre down and well bang brain
for thinkin' he famous

We in the flesh
We in the
We in the flesh
We in the

And if I can go bite the
So in my Cadillac
Bend a of corners
Smoke out with hoes
Now y'all at?

century heroes

Righteous
And wish the
can roll with one hundred and forty four thousand