Bone Nature, Naughty By Harmony.
(Forgive them father they know not what do)
Yea. in the Mothafuckin house.
its time to hittem wit the shit
(Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone)
Mo
(Chorus) We wheelin and dealin all our lives money gon' make me Jesus Christ i see the thru little layzies eyes Hope he can see it in gon' make me Crazy this money make me crazy baby
We been wheelin and all our lives gon' make me crazy Jesus Christ i see the light thru bizzys eyes Hope he can see it in Money make me Crazy money gon' make me crazy baby
Well i was wit my eyes wide/ feelin the of livin today now why should i try/ im tired of feelin pain/ gon' recognize game/
and any nigga that really feelin me is the epitamy/ of what i be doin niggaz is slippery/ if you say history let it itself/ treat yoself dont cheat yoself to a life live
watch yo health, better yourself but takes care of tellem to suck on these nuts, money dont on trees what/ killers will stop and bust/ funny how dont ease up/
strapped wit the heat,lovin the i gota go get it what ever we need/ my wife and my seeds dependin ony me im to be the best i can be/ talk life, i wont 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/ watch how my nigga we dominate, makin through were you cant releasin and em we bomb on hate/ life comin atcha real life shit can happen real life talkin to ya, now holla at me!/
We wheelin and dealin all our lives gon' make me crazy Jesus Christ i see the light thru little layzies he can see it in mine Money make me Crazy money gon' make me crazy baby
We been wheelin and all our lives money gon' make me crazy 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 beer on the 20 20 of of bottles of beer/ now after 1 of the 1 of the dollaz of 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 n my mic/ i got my own called the ghetto passion of christ/ niggaz theyselves too much cant see the shit that your in/ i wana save all the cheerin but im like urine/
is telegraphic, tell a spy, tell a lie/ tell the feds the revolution this time be televised/ i keep it funk fuck ya hustla wit a muscly thats why my odb be hangin out rusty mufflers/
don dolla (???) not a nine ta fiver/ i u boo dont want no mo of that baby mama drama/ haters call me i hated all try me yeah/ whether ya 40 or faded some hustlers is faded cmon/
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' make me baby
We been and dealin all our lives money gon' make me crazy Jesus i see the in trigger treaches eyes he can see it in mine Money make me Crazy this money make me crazy baby
Hustlin,looks like me livin got me illin like everyday/ im spendin my preventin 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 'cause i know god gona make it better/ we around chasin this paper like thats gon save us/ we so caught up in tryin to get famous its a shame but, can you blame
takin in all these hardtimes keep on blindin our mind/ why we dont be like god shoot for stars in the sky/ determined to get rich im afraid gon' loose they blessins/ so the question is, you stay alive or try be wealthy for now/
What are you talkin about, look at mothaerfuckers in the streets walkin around/ assed out, dead-an-widowed, another abandoned 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 off/ ante up rubberband quicker you can get an ounce off/ uhh,back to the real were the murderin happens/ its touchin everybody, includin the and the rappin/
why would i battle but put it nobody everybody would only be metaphors put it on jesse jackson/ and you can just ask him the rappin is 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 better 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 line shinin on em/
We been wheelin and all our lives money gon' make me crazy Jesus i see the light little layzies eyes he can see it in mine Money make me Crazy this gon' make me crazy baby
We been wheelin and dealin all our money gon' make me Jesus Christ i see the light little bizzys eyes he can see it in mine Money gon' me Crazy money gon' make me crazy baby