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Bone Thug Nature, By Harmony.

(Forgive father they know not what they do)

Yea. in the Mothafuckin house.

its to hittem wit the real shit

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

Mo

(Chorus)

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

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

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

and any nigga aint really feelin 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/

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

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

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

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

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 dollaz of dollaz to happen 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 called the ghetto passion of christ/
niggaz feel theyselves too much cant see the shit your in/
i wana save all the cheerin but im like urine/

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

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

We been wheelin and dealin all our
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 baby

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

Hustlin,looks like me livin got me illin sinnin everyday/
im my time preventin my mind flippin and goin 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 supposed to be livin right here in the flesh/
and not up in heaven 'cause i know god gona make it
we runnin around this paper like thats gon save us/
we so caught up in tryin to get famous its a shame but, can you blame

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

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

sound of bone take em to hills and round off/
ante up quicker 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 jackson/
and you can just ask him the rappin is
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/

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

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

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