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K.a.a.n Lyrics
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(Laughs)
Nigga
Bone thugs
Harmony
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 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 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 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, start jumping in it to win it
Shit I bet they thought we fell off
Bone thugs-n-harmony resurrection,
Krayzie, layzie, bizzy, wish,
We in the flesh
Remember them thuggish ruggish niggas,
Gotta get down for my thing in here
You already know when we came in here we raw,
Fuck what you heard and you read about us,
Just believe what you saw
Till I die, I'm down to ride in the war
When you niggas get serious, let a nigga know,
Maybe then we can roll
Nigga bad to the bone,
But I sure don't click with hoes
And no busters, haters, or hoes when
They poppin up at my door
I get excited, all uptight, and violent
Bitches was not invited!
Put 'em in a coffin before they get me man
Krayzie, loco, insane, bang bang
Running with the pump pump, no bluffing
We buck!
Nigga better realize still claim
Nineteen nine nine the nine nine
Motherfucker, fuck?Em to the end,
And when I run out,
I reloading and bucking again, some mo!
Nigga putting it down, worldwide
Them wicked bad-ass thugs
You punk niggas hate us,
But we don't trip,
We still get mad ass love
I show you the rapper that's sick of this song
We'll straight up toss his ass
And if he flossing cash and jewelry,
Rip it off his ass,
Keep walking fast
Thuggish ruggish till the day that I die,
Fuck it that's all I been all of my life
It's just t-h-u-g we be
And it ain't no thing,
Keep bucking bucking,
Dumping, fucking 'em busters up with my gauge
We popping all y'all,
I'm watching all y'all
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,
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
Time after time,
Everywhere I look,
Everywhere I turn,
Niggas talking bout death
Like a nigga can't dream of nothing else,
But a lil' bit of wealth
Trying to help they self,
And I really can't blame you,
Cause I do the same too
Man do what you gotta do
But what I'ma do is keep protecting my cheddar fool
Ain't none of y'all niggas do it better, oh
And I'm ahead of you and y'all hate it,
Only the real thugs keeping it raw
Gripping that heat tight,
Living that street life
Nigga I'ma let it fool round and get war
Niggas is plotting that 2-11,
That's why I got heat for armageddon
Picture lay on his knees and I'm begging,
Nigga better shoot me and send me to heaven
Fuck all the drama, I'ma just blast,
Hollow point tips off in that ass
Tha slicka the nigga
That's pulling the trigga
Is the nigga that's standing up last
Counting this cash,
Still doing this mash
Blowing much weed
As we watch you bleed
Nigga got killed for the love of the cheese
Now you can't do shit cause your 6 feet deep
Fucking with lay
Is a game you shouldn't play,
Even myself I could die today
I could lie, but hey it ain't worth it,
Shit, ain't none of us here to stay
I'ma hold my ground,
And I'ma lace my boots
So when its time to shoot, then that's it
Screaming out mo thug in this bitch,
And bone thugs in this bitch, nigga
It's all about money, yeah
I'ma get me some
Can't be fucking with niggas that ain't got none
Cause lately y'all been acting funny,
I guess you smell some money
Get out my pockets,
Better count your shit
It's still st clair wig-split
Four other niggas that I run with,
You don't want to fuck with
(Dollars and dollars but still)
(We gotta get mo)
Remember back in the days when we was fucked up
But not anymore (uh uh, no, no)
And ain't a damn thing come easy,
A lot of planning, bus rides, and (eazy)
For cheese,
Believe me,
Believe me,
And it ain't gone stop at the end of my time
With my bone thug love
I'ma always get mine
And I mean that,
Gotta have that,
Paper paper,
Money money,
Money, money
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 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,
You better believe we five of the last
True soldiers standing in command
You thought of me closing the book
On this bitch on y'all, flip on y'all,
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 real as, real as shit)
Reminiscing on my thug ass nigga eazy-e (eazy-e)
Six deep in a six-double-o benzo
Fo the love of money
I gotta get the paper
I told y'all ain't a damn thing changed
Bout the nigga they bang
My niggas,they're down,
And we'll bang your brain,
Motherfucker for thinking he famous!
We in the flesh flesh,
We in the flesh,
We in the flesh flesh,
We in the flesh
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 y'all at?
21st century heroes,
Two-triple-zero,
Righteous ones,
And wish the how's
Then can roll with one hundred and forty four thousand
In “Resurrection” by K.A.A.N, the reference to bone thugs-n-harmony in the opening line is a homage to the group’s song titled “Resurrection (Paper, Paper)”. K.A.A.N picks up from the central theme of the Bone Thugs, which is acquiring riches or money. In his lyrics, K.A.A.N repeatedly emphasizes that money ain't a thing and he is determined to get his share. He speaks of the struggles he faces in his pursuit of money, and how he has to protect his dark era hard-earned finances from those that want to take what is his. In the middle of the song, there is a chorus repetition once again urging everyone to get their paper, and then it switches back to his personal experience trying to make a buck. Despite the hard times, he finishes with a narrative of hope for the future by referencing the resurrection theme of Bone thugs-n-harmony.
Line by Line Meaning
Where the fiends at?
Asking where the people addicted to drugs are.
(Laughs)
Indicating amusement or irony.
Nigga
Informal term used to refer to a person, in this context likely referring to oneself.
Bone thugs
Referring to the rap group Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.
Harmony
Referring to the harmonious style of Bone Thugs-n-Harmony's music.
Money ain't a thing, I'ma get me some
Money doesn't matter to me, I'm going to make sure I have some.
My nigga I'ma get me some
My friend, I'm going to make sure I have some.
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Tell my friends, you better make sure you have money.
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
Reiterating the importance of having money.
Time after time, Everywhere I look
Repeatedly, in every direction I turn.
Everywhere I turn, Niggas talking bout death
No matter where I go, people are discussing death.
Like a nigga can't dream of nothing else
As if a person can only think about death and nothing else.
But a lil' bit of wealth
Except for a small amount of wealth.
Trying to help they self
Attempting to improve their own situations.
And I really can't blame you
I can't fault you for that.
Cause I do the same too
Because I also do the same.
Man do what you gotta do
Do whatever you need to do.
But what I'ma do is keep protecting my cheddar fool
But what I'm going to do is safeguard my money, fool.
Ain't none of y'all niggas do it better, oh
None of you can do it better than me, oh
And I'm ahead of you and y'all hate it
I'm in front of you, and you resent it.
Only the real thugs keeping it raw
Only the authentic gangsters maintaining their true nature.
Gripping that heat tight, Living that street life
Holding onto guns tightly, living a dangerous lifestyle.
Nigga I'ma let it fool round and get war
I'm going to allow the situation to escalate into a conflict.
Niggas is plotting that 2-11
People are planning a robbery or assault.
That's why I got heat for armageddon
That's why I have guns for the end of the world scenario.
Picture lay on his knees and I'm begging
Imagine someone surrendering on their knees and begging for mercy.
Nigga better shoot me and send me to heaven
Someone should just shoot me and send me to heaven.
Fuck all the drama, I'ma just blast
Forget about all the conflicts, I'm going to shoot.
Hollow point tips off in that ass
Bullets with hollow points hitting someone's body.
Tha slicka the nigga, That's pulling the trigga
The person who is slick and pulling the trigger.
Is the nigga that's standing up last
Is the person who is still standing when everything is over.
Counting this cash, Still doing this mash
Continuing to count money and live a fast-paced lifestyle.
Blowing much weed, As we watch you bleed
Smoking a lot of marijuana while observing someone suffer.
Nigga got killed for the love of the cheese
Someone was murdered for money.
Now you can't do shit cause your 6 feet deep
Now you can't do anything because you're buried six feet underground.
Fucking with lay, Is a game you shouldn't play
Getting involved with me, Layzie Bone, is a game you shouldn't play.
Even myself I could die today
Even I could die today.
I'ma hold my ground, And I'ma lace my boots
I'm going to stand my ground and prepare for battle.
So when its time to shoot, then that's it
So when it's time to start shooting, that's all there is to it.
Screaming out mo thug in this bitch
Yelling out 'Mo Thug' in this place.
Bone thugs in this bitch, nigga
Referring to the presence of Bone Thugs-n-Harmony in the area.
It's all about money, yeah
It's all about money, yes.
I'ma get me some
I'm going to make sure I have some.
Can't be fucking with niggas that ain't got none
Can't associate with people who don't have money.
Cause lately y'all been acting funny
Because recently, you all haven't been acting the same.
I guess you smell some money
I suppose you detect the presence of money.
Get out my pockets, Better count your shit
Stop trying to take money from me, you should focus on your own.
It's still st clair wig-split
The situation is still dangerous and violent on St. Clair.
Four other niggas that I run with, You don't want to fuck with
Four other people that I associate with, you don't want to engage with.
(Dollars and dollars but still)
Referring to a large quantity of money.
(We gotta get mo)
We need to obtain more money.
Remember back in the days when we was fucked up
Remember the past when we were in a bad situation.
But not anymore
But that is not the case anymore.
And ain't a damn thing come easy
And nothing comes easily.
A lot of planning, bus rides, and (eazy)
Requiring careful preparation, traveling by bus, and potentially involving Eazy-E.
For cheese
For money.
Believe me, Believe me
Trust me, trust me.
And it ain't gone stop at the end of my time
And it won't end when I die.
With my bone thug love
With my love for Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.
I'ma always get mine
I'm always going to get what I want.
And I mean that, Gotta have that
And I truly mean it, I need to have that.
Paper paper, Money money, Money, money
Emphasizing the importance of having money.
You better believe we five of the last
You should definitely believe that we are among the few remaining.
True soldiers standing in command
Authentic veterans taking control.
You thought of me closing the book
You imagined me ending my career.
On this bitch on y'all, flip on y'all
On this person, on all of you, turning against all of you.
I am what I am the fifth dawg!
I am who I am, the fifth member of Bone Thugs-n-Harmony!
It's all good, Paper paper for the whole hood
Everything is fine, spreading money throughout the neighborhood.
Tell 'em I got dibs on this and kids in this
Tell everyone that I have priority and influence in this situation.
(You real as, real as shit)
You are genuinely authentic.
Reminiscing on my thug ass nigga eazy-e (eazy-e)
Reflecting on the existence of the late Eazy-E, a thug.
Six deep in a six-double-o benzo
Six people in a Mercedes Benz 600 series.
Fo the love of money
For the sake of money.
I gotta get the paper
I have to obtain money.
I told y'all ain't a damn thing changed
I already told you that nothing has changed.
Bout the nigga they bang
About the person they support.
My niggas,they're down, And we'll bang your brain
My friends are loyal and we will harm you.
Motherfucker for thinking he famous!
This person thinks they're famous, but they're not!
We in the flesh flesh, We in the flesh
We are physically present, we are here.
And if I can go bite the bullet
And if I have to face a difficult or dangerous situation.
So eazy in my cadillac
So easy in my Cadillac.
Bend a couple of corners, Smoke out with some hoes
Drive around, smoke marijuana, and spend time with women.
Now where y'all at?
Now where are all of you?
21st century heroes, Two-triple-zero
Heroes of the 21st century, representing the year 2000.
Righteous ones, And wish the how's
Honorable individuals, and the 'how's' that come with it.
Then can roll with one hundred and forty four thousand
Then they can join a select group of 144,000.
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: FLESH-N-BONE, ANTHONY HENDERSON, BRYON MCCANE, CHARLES SCRUGGS, JIMMY THOMAS, STEVEN HOWSE
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@josepha21_
Ah came in with a motherfucking attitude
Do I really gotta say the way a motherfucker feeling
I’m a villain tryna make a fucking killing I'ma get it
Lord willing as I pass these margins, and
Pass these bars in between these pages
Paint a picture of pain for the people to proposition with a
Confidence for my competition, they’re gonna need that
Ten years from now bet a nigga supercede that
Never seen that, tell me where the trees at
Motherfuck that, nigga tell me where the green at
Two 9-to-5's, still broke can’t believe that
So stressed out gotta go and get a weed sack
Get a cigarillo, roll it up my nigga ease back
Feel the wind breeze, we under the weeping willow
From adoration of fortunes of war to cover up poor shit
For astronomical portions from Maseratis to Porsches
To realize that nigga gorgeous, time is flawless
This is just a reminder my nigga
I care less about material living back in there starving like
You moving for designer my nigga please
The incite that I write is ridiculous
Receive it in your mind, it’s a blessing that was given
Or a message that was written from a nigga that was living with some suicidal tendencies
Running wrecking religion I
Try to goes in, but my flows off
Pay attention when a motherfucker rapping All Eyez On Me till a motherfucker doze off, ‘fore a motherfucker goes off
I’ll be acting like a motherfucking show off
I'ma sell a million records, that’s a motherfucking fact
Looking back like a motherfucker told y’all
Looking back like a motherfucker told y’all oh lord
@brandonnsanders1374
I came back with a brand new outlook
I’m just, letting my pain get exposed on a page at ridiculous speeds
The fastest of rappers that you’ve never seen
Angelic technical constantly deemed
Realizing this life isn’t all that it seems that you
See in your mind while envisioning dreams
You picture pristine, a perfect serene
As a person my purpose is murdering mind
Powerful, potent, legitimate lines
Soliloquies written I’ve hidden in rhymes
I’m offering poetry, looking for signs
I’ll make it I swear bitch just give me some time [3x]
Don’t say shit to me bitch I’m losing my mind
Stop, can a young nigga come with a flow so dumb
Like a semi-automatic tell I'm finna let ‘em have it
Point it at your demographic, I cause panic and havoc
This barbaric jurassic velociraptor of rap is running the game down
Placing talons in your backbone
Rhymes hot enough to change a pussy nigga melanome
Cancerous tumors for you consumers, call it melanoma
Mesmerized by the size of the thighs on (Malona?)
Somebody call Pam Grier
I understand that my life is in ruins and shambles
My flame has gone out like the wick on a candle
My soul has been gaveled, my mind has been trampled
The pressure is mounting, it’s too much to handle
To put out a song is like giving my soul
Creative control is the glorious goal
@adrianburnett7243
To say K.A.A.N is the GOAT would be an UNDERstatement.
@Readel2.0
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@varunk.t8235
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@dreamcatching
The universal K.A.A.N emoji 🐐🐐🐐
@k1blitz350
K.A.A.N the god of real rap...
@kyleclements3360
I'd have to agree 100%. I want him to blow up so bad, but at the same time I love the fact that I'm the only one out of everyone I know that knows of him, I cant wait to see their faces when he he finally gets some publicity and blows up like an atom bomb!
Just to say I knew he'd blow from the start.
@marcusmcdonald7086
Correction you right Shawty he's coming back or he can have some f**** fun truth
@joaoviitor9021
it's true, salve of brazil!
@joaoviitor9021
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@stevengutcheon2057
Lllllaaaaaawwwwwwddddd!!!!!!!!