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Bone Nature, Naughty By Harmony.

(Forgive father they know not what they do)

Yea. in the Mothafuckin house.

its time to hittem wit the real

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

Mo

(Chorus)

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

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

i was born wit my eyes wide/
feelin the pressure of livin now why should i try/
im tired of feelin this
game recognize game/

and any nigga that aint feelin me is the epitamy/
of what i be these niggaz is slippery/
if you say history let it itself/
treat yoself dont yoself to a life live low/

watch yo health, better yourself but takes care of
to suck on these nuts, money dont grow on trees what/
killers stop and squeeze bust/
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 dependin ony me im to be the best i can be/
talk about life, i get it twice/
makin this money for me and my

niggaz is wana shut me down, about the kids the kids the kids is great/
how my nigga we dominate, makin through were you cant concentrate/
releasin and 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
gon' make me crazy Jesus Christ
i see the light little layzies eyes
he can see it in mine
Money gon' make me
this money make me crazy baby

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

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

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

is telegraphic, tell a spy, tell a lie/
tell the the revolution 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 (???) not a nine ta fiver/
i love u boo dont want no mo of that mama drama/
call me i hated all that try me yeah/
whether ya 40 or faded some hustlers is faded cmon/

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

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

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 it better/
we runnin around chasin paper like thats gon save us/
we so up in tryin to get famous its a shame but, can you blame us?/

'cause takin in all these hardtimes keep on blindin our
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 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 know nothin 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 rubberband quicker than you can get an ounce
uhh,back to the real world were the happens/
its touchin everybody, the news and the rappin/

why would i battle but put it nobody
everybody would be spittin metaphors put it on jesse jackson/
and you can just ask him the rappin is
and you cant turn me like 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 read the bible
yall know who wrote the scriptures, yall better protect your soul/
now the bone is focused, pay attention to real talkin/
7 sign mo thug, thug line still on em/

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

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