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Bone Thug Nature, By Harmony.

(Forgive them father they know not what do)

Yea. in the Mothafuckin 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' me crazy Jesus Christ
i see the light thru layzies eyes
Hope he can see it in
gon' make me Crazy
this gon' make me crazy baby

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

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

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

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

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

niggaz is wana shut me down, what about the kids the kids the is great/
watch how my we dominate, makin through were you cant concentrate/
releasin and through em we bomb on
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 gon' make me Jesus Christ
i see the light thru little eyes
Hope he can see it in
Money make me Crazy
this money gon' make me crazy

We wheelin and dealin all our lives
money 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

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

i got my chrome protect my dome, plus my mask n my
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 but im pissed like urine/

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

give em the game, break it down, yall better read the dog/
yall better know who wrote the scriptures, yall better protect 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
money gon' me crazy Jesus Christ
i see the thru little layzies eyes
he can see it in mine
Money make me Crazy
this money gon' me crazy baby

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