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Bone Thug Nature, By Harmony.

(Forgive them father they know not what do)

Yea. Treach in the house.

its time to hittem wit the shit

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

Mo

(Chorus)

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 make me Crazy
this money gon' make me 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 gon' make me crazy baby

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

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

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

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

niggaz is wana shut me down, what about the the kids 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 real life shit can happen real life talkin to ya, now holla at me!/

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

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

20 20 of bottles of bottles of beer of beer on the
20 20 of bottles of of beer/
now after 1 of the 1 of the dollaz of dollaz happen to to fall/
it be click pow 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 passion of christ/
niggaz feel theyselves too much see the shit that your in/
i wana save all the cheerin but im like urine/

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

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

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

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

Hustlin,looks like me livin got me illin like 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 contributin to my bad ways/

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

'cause takin in all hardtimes keep on blindin our mind/
why we dont wana be like god for stars in the sky/
niggaz determined to get rich im afraid gon' they blessins/
so the question is, you wana stay or try be wealthy for now/

What are you talkin about, look at mothaerfuckers in the streets walkin around/
assed out, dead-an-widowed, abandoned house/
they dont know nothin bout house/
see em all pitiful wit hands out baby girl was rammed out, harmony-harmony, stand

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

why would i battle but put it blastin/
everybody would only be spittin metaphors put it on jesse
and you can ask him the rappin is real/
and you cant turn me down like that im your 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 know 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 still on em/

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

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