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Bone Nature, Naughty By Harmony.

(Forgive them father they know not they do)

Yea. Treach in the house.

its time to hittem wit the 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 layzies eyes
Hope he can see it in
Money make me Crazy
this money make me crazy baby

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

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

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 yoself to a life live low/

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

strapped wit the heat,lovin the i gota go get it what ever 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/

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

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

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

20 20 of bottles of bottles of beer of beer on the
20 20 of bottles of of beer/
now 1 of the 1 of the dollaz of dollaz happen to happen to fall/
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 the ghetto passion of christ/
niggaz 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 this time will be televised/
i keep it funk fuck ya wit a muscly hustla/
thats why my odb be hangin out 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 some hustlers is never faded cmon/

We wheelin 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 make 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 in treaches eyes
he can see it in mine
Money make me Crazy
this money gon' make me crazy

Hustlin,looks like me got me illin sinnin like everyday/
im spendin my time preventin my mind 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 even my life i was supposed to be livin forever right here in the flesh/
and not up in heaven 'cause i know god make it better/
we runnin around chasin 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 on blindin 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 walkin
out, dead-an-widowed, another abandoned house/
they dont nothin bout random house/
see em all pitiful wit hands out baby girl was rammed out, harmony-harmony, out/

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

why would i but put it nobody blastin/
everybody would only be spittin metaphors put it on jesse
and you can ask him the rappin is real/
and you cant 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 who wrote the scriptures, yall better protect your soul/
now the bone is focused, pay attention to real talkin/
7 mo thug, thug line still shinin on em/

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