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Bone Thug Nature, By Harmony.

(Forgive father they know not what they do)

Yea. in the Mothafuckin house.

its time to wit the real shit

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

Mo

(Chorus)

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

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

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

and any nigga that aint really feelin me is the
of i be doin these niggaz is slippery/
if you say history let it itself/
treat yoself dont 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 dont ease up/

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

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

We wheelin and dealin all our lives
money make me crazy Jesus Christ
i see the thru little layzies 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 gon' make me crazy Christ
i see the light in trigger eyes
Hope he can see it in
Money 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 bottles of
now after 1 of the 1 of the of dollaz happen to happen to fall/
it be click pow click pow click pow, hananana click on all yall/

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

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

don dolla (???) not a nine ta fiver/
i love u boo dont want no mo of that mama drama/
call me i hated all that try me yeah/
whether ya 40 or faded some hustlers is faded cmon/

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

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

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

this aint 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 this paper like thats gon save us/
we so caught up in tryin to get famous its a shame but, can you us?/

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

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

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

why would i battle but put it blastin/
everybody would only be spittin metaphors put it on jackson/
and you can just ask him the is real/
and you turn me down like that im still your child, pac too i got as much pac in me as you got in you/

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

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

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