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Bone Thug Nature, By Harmony.

(Forgive them father they know not they do)

Yea. in the Mothafuckin house.

its to hittem wit the real shit

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

Mo

(Chorus)

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

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

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

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

yo health, better yourself but takes care of yourself/
tellem to suck on nuts, money dont grow on trees what/
will stop and squeeze bust/
funny how dont ease up/

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'cause takin in all hardtimes keep on blindin our mind/
why we wana 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 alive or try be for now/

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

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

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

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

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

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