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Bone Thug Nature, By Harmony.

(Forgive them father know not what they do)

Yea. Treach in the house.

its time to wit the real shit

(Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone)

Mo

(Chorus)

We been wheelin and all our lives
money gon' make me Jesus Christ
i see the light thru layzies eyes
he can see it in mine
Money gon' make me
this money gon' make me baby

We been and dealin all our lives
money gon' make me crazy Jesus
i see the light little bizzys eyes
Hope he can see it in
Money gon' make me
this money gon' me crazy baby

Well i was born wit my wide/
feelin the pressure of today now why should i try/
im tired of this pain/
game gon' game/

and any nigga that aint feelin me is the epitamy/
of what i be doin these is slippery/
if you say history let it repeat
treat yoself cheat yoself to a life live low/

watch yo health, better yourself but care of yourself/
tellem to suck on these nuts, money dont on trees what/
killers will and squeeze bust/
funny how shit ease up/

strapped wit the heat,lovin the streetz i gota go get it what we need/
my wife and my seeds ony me im tryin to be the best i can be/
talk life, i wont get it twice/
makin this for me and my wife/

niggaz is wana me down, what about the kids the kids the kids is great/
watch how my nigga we dominate, through were you cant concentrate/
releasin and em we bomb on hate/
real life comin atcha real life shit can happen real talkin to ya, now holla at me!/

We been wheelin and dealin all our
money make me crazy Jesus Christ
i see the thru little layzies eyes
Hope he can see it in
Money gon' make me
this gon' make me crazy baby

We been wheelin and dealin all our
gon' make me crazy Jesus Christ
i see the light in treaches eyes
he can see it in mine
Money make me Crazy
this money make me crazy baby

20 20 of bottles of bottles of of beer on the wall/
20 20 of bottles of of beer/
now after 1 of the 1 of the dollaz of dollaz happen to happen to
it be click pow click pow click pow, click clack on all yall/

i got my chrome protect my dome, my mask n my mic/
i got my own called the ghetto passion of christ/
feel theyselves too much cant see the shit that your in/
i wana save all the cheerin but im like urine/

what is telegraphic, tell a spy, a lie/
tell the feds the revolution this time be televised/
i keep it funk fuck ya wit a muscly hustla/
thats why my odb be hangin out rusty mufflers/

don dolla (???) not a nine ta fiver/
i love u boo dont want no mo of baby mama drama/
call me i hated all that try me yeah/
whether ya 40 or faded some hustlers is never cmon/

We been wheelin and dealin all our
money gon' me crazy Jesus Christ
i see the light thru layzies eyes
he can see it in mine
Money make me Crazy
money gon' make me crazy baby

We been wheelin and dealin all our
money make me crazy Jesus Christ
i see the light in treaches eyes
he can see it in mine
Money gon' make me
this money make me crazy baby

Hustlin,looks like me livin got me sinnin like everyday/
im spendin my time preventin my mind flippin and insane/
and now we comin up on these last days well into the fast lane/
its only to my bad ways/

aint even my life 'cause i was supposed to be livin forever right here in the flesh/
and not up in heaven 'cause i know god gona it better/
we runnin chasin this paper like thats gon save us/
we so caught up in tryin to get famous its a but, can you blame us?/

'cause in all these hardtimes keep on blindin our mind/
why we dont be like god shoot for stars in the sky/
niggaz to get rich im afraid gon' loose they blessins/
so the question is, you wana stay or try be wealthy for now/

What are you about, look at these mothaerfuckers in the streets walkin around/
assed out, dead-an-widowed, another house/
they dont know nothin bout house/
see em all pitiful wit hands out baby was rammed out, harmony-harmony, stand out/

sound of bone take em to beverly hills and round
up rubberband quicker than you can get an ounce off/
uhh,back to the real world the murderin happens/
its touchin everybody, the news and the rappin/

why would i but put it nobody blastin/
everybody would only be spittin put it on jesse jackson/
and you can just ask him the is real/
and you cant turn me down like that im still your child, pac too i got as pac in me as you got in you/

give em the game, break it down, yall better read the dog/
yall know who wrote the scriptures, yall better protect your soul/
now the is finally focused, pay attention to real talkin/
7 sign mo thug, thug line shinin on em/

We been wheelin and dealin all our
money gon' make me crazy Jesus
i see the thru little layzies eyes
he can see it in mine
Money make me Crazy
this money gon' make me crazy

We wheelin and dealin all our lives
money gon' make me Jesus Christ
i see the light thru little bizzys
Hope he can see it in
Money make me Crazy
this money gon' me crazy baby