[Intro: Bizzy Bone]
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Where the friends at?
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[Laughs]
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Nigga
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Bone Thugs
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Harmony
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[Chorus: Bizzy, Krayzie]
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Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some
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My nigga I'ma get me some
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Say my nigga yall, better get your paper
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paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....
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Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some
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My nigga I'ma get me some
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Say my nigga yall, better get your paper
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paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....
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Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some
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My nigga I'ma get me some
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Say my nigga yall, better get your paper
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paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....
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Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some
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My nigga I'ma get me some
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Say my nigga yall, better get your paper
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paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....
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Money aint a thang,
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[Verse One: Bizzy Bone, Krayzie Bone]
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My my babys bangin,
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beefin with me,
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squashed it ordained it,
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Better yet sustained the flurry
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Hide in the fury,
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but the ways of a broad
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don't mean you've died out of my life,
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I'm hurt, burn me baby,
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tie down.
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And child hood scars,
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crackhead cause niggas I dont know
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that who'd ya think you are.
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And here we are, steady we roll out over you.
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When it's over it's over,
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for the soldiers who hear me, that'll
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get me in trouble.
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Can I be closer, stay right near me.
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Here we are, aint no stars, uh huh.......
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Can I get drunk off in some bar,
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without some haters sayin
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"Who do you think you are?!"
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When I'm sober, start jumpin in it to win itttt.........
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Shit I bet they thought we fell off.
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Bone Thugs~n~Harmony Resurrection,
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Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish,
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we in the Flesh.
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Rememeber them thuggish ruggish niggas,
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gotta get down fo my thang in here.
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You already know when we came in here we raw,
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f*ck what u heard and you read about us,
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just believe what you saw.
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Till I die, Im down to ride in the war
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when you niggas get serious, let a nigga know,
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maybe then we can roll.
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Nigga bad to the Bone,
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But I sure dont click with hoes
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and no bustas, hatas, or hoes when
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they poppin up at my door
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I get excited, all uptight, and violent.
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Bitches was not invited!
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Put'em in a coffin before they get me man.
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Krayzie, loco, insane, bang bang.
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Runnin with the pump pump, no bluffin
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We buck!
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Nigga better realize still claim
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Nineteen nine nine the nine nine
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Muthaf*cka, f*ck'em to the end,
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and when I run out,
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I reloadin and buckin again, some mo!
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Nigga puttin it down, worldwide.
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Them wicked bad-ass thugs.
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You punk niggas hate us,
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but we don't trip,
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we still get madd ass love.
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I show you the rapper that's sick of this song
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We'll straight up toss his ass
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And if he flossin cash and jewelry,
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rip it off his ass,
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keep walkin fast.
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Thuggish ruggish till the day that I die,
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f*ck it that's all I been all of my life.
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It's just T-H-U-G we be.
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And it aint no thang,
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keep buckin buckin,
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dumpin, f*ckin'em bustas up with my gauge.
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We poppin all yall,
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Im watchin all yall.
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[Chorus: Bizzy, Krayzie]
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Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some
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My nigga I'ma get me some
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Say my nigga yall, better get your paper
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paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....
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Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some
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My nigga I'ma get me some
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Say my nigga yall, better get your paper
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paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....
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Money aint a thang,
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[Verse Two: Layzie Bone, Wish Bone (Bizzy Bone) {Bizzy Bone & Wish Bone}]
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Time after time,
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everywhere I look,
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everywhere I turn,
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niggas talkin bout death.
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Like a nigga can't dream of nuthin else,
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but a lil bit of wealth.
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Tryin to help they self,
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and I really can't blame you,
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cause I do the same too.
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Man do what you gotta do.
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But what Imma do is keep protectin my cheddar fool.
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Aint none of yall niggas do it betta, ohhh.
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And Im ahead of you and yall hate it,
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only the real thugs keepin it raw.
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Grippin that heat tight,
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livin that street life.
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Nigga Imma let it fool round and get war.
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Niggas is plottin that 2-11,
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thats why I got heat for armageddon.
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Picture Lay on his knees and I'm beggin,
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nigga betta shoot me and send me to heaven.
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F*ck all the drama, Imma just blast,
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hollow point tips off in that ass.
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Tha slicka the nigga
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thats pullin the trigga
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is the nigga thats standin up last.
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Countin this cash,
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still doin this mash.
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Blowin much weed
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as we watch you bleed.
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nigga got killed fo the love of the cheese.
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Now you cant do shit cause your 6 feet deep.
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F*ckin with Lay
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is a game you shouldnt play,
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even myself I could die today.
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I could lie, but hey it aint worth it,
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shit, aint none of us here to stay.
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Imma hold my ground,
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and Imma lace my boots.
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So when its time to shoot, then thats it.
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Screamin out Mo Thug in this bitch,
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and Bone Thugs in this bitch, nigga.
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It's all about money, yeah.
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Imma get me some.
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Cant be f*ckin with niggas that aint got none.
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Cause lately yall been actin funny,
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I guess you smell some money.
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Get out my pockets,
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betta count your shit
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It's still St. Clair wig-split.
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Four other niggas that I run with,
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you dont wanna f*ck with.
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{Dollars and dollars but still,}
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{we gotta get mo}
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Remember back in the days when we was f*cked up
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but not anymore (uh uh, no, no)
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And aint a damn thang come easy,
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alot of plannin, bus rides, and {Eazy}
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Fo cheese,
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believe me,
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believe me,
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and it aint gone stop at the end of my time
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with my Bone Thug love
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I'ma always get mine.
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And I mean that,
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gotta have that,
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paper paper,
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money money,
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money, money.
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[Chorus: Bizzy, Krayzie]
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Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some
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My nigga I'ma get me some
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Say my nigga yall, better get your paper
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paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....
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Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some
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My nigga I'ma get me some
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Say my nigga yall, better get your paper
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paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....
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Money aint a thang,
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[Verse Three: Flesh-N-Bone (Layzie Bone)]
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You better believe we five of the last
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true soldiers standin' in command
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You thought of me closin the book.
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On this bitch on ya'll, flip on yall,
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I am what I am the Fifth Dawg!
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It's all good,
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paper paper for the whole hood.
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Tell'em I got dibs on this and kids in this
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(you real as, real as shit)
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Reminiscin on my thug ass nigga Eazy-E (Eazy-E).
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Six deep in a six-double-o Benzo
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fo the love of money.
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I gotta get the paper.
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I told yall aint a damn thang changed
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bout the nigga they bang.
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My niggas,they're down,
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and we'll bang your brain,
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muthaf*cka for thinkin he famous!
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[Bridge: Bizzy Bone & Layzie Bone]
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We in the flesh flesh,
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We in the flesh,
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We in the flesh flesh,
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We in the flesh
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[Verse Four: Flesh-N-Bone]
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And if I can go bite the bullet
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so Eazy in my cadillac,
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bend a couple of corners,
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smoke out with some hoes,
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now where yall at?
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21st century heroes,
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two-triple-zero,
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righteous ones,
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And wish the Howse
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then can roll with one hundred and forty four thousand
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