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Bone Nature, Naughty By Harmony.

(Forgive them they know not what they 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 make me crazy Jesus Christ
i see the light little layzies eyes
Hope he can see it in
Money gon' me Crazy
this money gon' me crazy baby

We been wheelin and 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
this money make me crazy baby

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

and any that aint really feelin me is the epitamy/
of i be doin these niggaz is slippery/
if you say let it repeat itself/
treat yoself cheat yoself to a life live low/

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

strapped wit the heat,lovin the streetz i go get it what ever we need/
my wife and my seeds ony me im tryin to be the best i can be/
about life, i wont get it twice/
makin this 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, through were you cant concentrate/
releasin and through em we bomb on
life comin atcha real life shit can happen real life talkin to ya, now holla at me!/

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

takin in all these hardtimes keep on blindin our mind/
why we dont wana be like god shoot for stars in the
niggaz determined to get rich im afraid gon' loose 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 abandoned
they dont know bout random house/
see em all pitiful wit hands out baby was rammed out, harmony-harmony, stand out/

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

why would i battle but put it nobody
everybody would only be spittin metaphors put it on jesse
and you can just ask him the is real/
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 know who wrote the scriptures, yall protect your soul/
now the bone is finally focused, pay attention to real
7 sign mo thug, thug line shinin on em/

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

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