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Where the at?

Bone

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

my thang gonna 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 get me some
Say my y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper,

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

And child hood scars, head caused niggas
I don't that whod ya think you are
And here we are, steady we out over you
When its its over, for the soldiers who hear me
Thatll get me in

Can I be closer, stay near me
we are, ain't no stars, uh huh
Can I get drunk off in some bar, without some sayin'
"Who do you you are?"
Im sober, I go on to win it

Shit I bet they thought we off
Thugs-n-Harmony Resurrection
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy,
We in the

Remember thuggish ruggish niggas
get down fo my thang in here
You already know when we in here we raw
fuck u heard and you read about us
believe what you saw

Till I die, I'm to ride in the war
When you niggas get
Let a know
then we can roll

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

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

Nigga better realize claim
Nineteen nine nine the nine
Muthafucka, to the end and when I run out
I and buckin' again, some mo
Nigga it down, worldwide

wicked bad-ass thugs
You punk hate us
But we dont
We still get ass love

I you the rapper that's sick of this song
straight up toss his ass
And if he flossin' and jewelry
Rip it off his ass, keep fast

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

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

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

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

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

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

Time after time, everywhere I
Everywhere I turn, niggas talkin' 'bout
a nigga cant dream of nuthin' else
But a lil bit of

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

But what I'mma do is keep protectin' my cheddar
none of y'all niggas do it betta, ohh
And I'm of you and y'all hate it
Only the real thugs it raw

that heat tight, livin' that street life
Nigga I'mma let it round and get war
Niggas is plottin' that
why I got heat for Armageddon

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

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

Nigga got killed fo the love of the
Now you cant do shit your 6 feet deep
Fuckin' with Lay is a game you play
Even I could die today

I could lie, but hey it ain't it
Shit, ain't none of us to stay
hold my ground
And I'mma my boots

So when it's to shoot, then that's it
Screamin' out Mo in this bitch
And Bone Thugs in this bitch,

Its all money, yeah
get me some
Can't be fuckin' with that ain't got none
'Cause lately been actin' funny, I guess you smell some money

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

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

Fo cheese, me, believe me,
And it gone stop at the end of my time
With my Bone Thug love, I'ma get mine
And I mean that, have 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 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,

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

You better we five of the last
True soldiers in command
You of me closin' the book
On this bitch on yall, flip on
I am I am the Fifth Dawg

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

Six deep in a Benzo fo' the love of money
I gotta get the
I told y'all ain't a damn thang
the nigga they bang
My niggas, theyre down and bang your brain
Muthafucka for thinkin' he

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

And if I can go the bullet
So in my Cadillac
Bend a of corners
Smoke out with some
Now where at?

21st century

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