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Bone Nature, Naughty By Harmony.

(Forgive them father they know not they do)

Yea. Treach in the house.

its to hittem wit the real shit

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

Mo

(Chorus)

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 make me Crazy
this gon' make me crazy baby

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

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

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

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

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

is wana shut me down, what about the kids the kids the kids is great/
watch how my nigga we dominate, makin through you cant concentrate/
releasin and through em we on hate/
real life comin atcha real life shit can 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 thru little 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 make me crazy Jesus 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 of bottles of beer of beer on the wall/
20 20 of bottles of bottles of
now after 1 of the 1 of the dollaz of dollaz happen to happen to
it be pow click pow click pow, hananana click clack on all yall/

i got my protect my dome, plus my mask n my mic/
i got my own version called the ghetto 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, tell a spy, tell a
the feds the revolution this time will be televised/
i keep it funk fuck ya hustla wit a 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 baby mama drama/
haters call me i all that try me yeah/
whether ya 40 or faded hustlers is never faded cmon/

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

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

Hustlin,looks like me livin got me illin sinnin like
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 forever right here in the flesh/
and not up in heaven i know god gona make it better/
we runnin chasin this paper like thats gon save us/
we so caught up in to get famous its a shame but, can you blame us?/

'cause takin in all these hardtimes keep on our mind/
why we dont wana be like god 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 streets around/
assed out, dead-an-widowed, another house/
they know nothin bout random house/
see em all pitiful wit hands out girl was rammed out, harmony-harmony, stand out/

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

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

em the game, break it down, yall better read the bible dog/
yall better who wrote the scriptures, yall better protect your soul/
now the bone is finally focused, pay attention to talkin/
7 sign mo thug, thug line 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
money gon' make me crazy baby

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