Bone Thugs N Harmony - Resurrection Paper Paper

Money ain't a thing, I'ma get me some
My nigga I'ma get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
… Money ain't a thang
… My my baby's banging,
Beefing with me,
Squashed it ordained it,
Better yet sustained the flurry
Hide in the fury,
But the ways of a broad
Don't mean you've died out of my life,
I'm hurt, burn me baby,
Tie down
And child hood scars,
Crackhead cause niggas I don't know
That who'd ya think you are
And 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
Can I be closer, stay right near me
Here we are, ain't no stars, uh huh
Can I get drunk off in some bar,
Without some haters sayin
"Who do you think you are?!"
When I'm sober