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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 wit the real shit

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

Mo

(Chorus)

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

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

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

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

watch yo health, better yourself but takes of yourself/
tellem to suck on nuts, money dont grow on trees what/
killers stop 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 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/

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

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

We wheelin 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
money gon' make me crazy baby

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

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

is telegraphic, tell a spy, tell a lie/
tell the the revolution this time will be televised/
i keep it fuck ya hustla 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 baby mama
haters call me i hated all 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 little layzies eyes
Hope he can see it in
Money gon' me Crazy
money gon' make me crazy baby

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

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

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

takin in all these 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 loose they blessins/
so the is, you wana stay alive or try be wealthy for now/

What are you talkin about, look at these mothaerfuckers in the streets walkin
assed out, dead-an-widowed, another abandoned
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 quicker you can get an ounce off/
uhh,back to the real were the murderin happens/
its touchin everybody, the news and the rappin/

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

give em the game, break it down, yall better the bible dog/
yall better know who wrote the scriptures, yall better protect your
now the bone is finally focused, pay to real talkin/
7 sign mo thug, thug line shinin on em/

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

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