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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 wit the real shit

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

Mo

(Chorus)

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

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

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

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

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

strapped wit the heat,lovin the streetz i gota go get it what we need/
my wife and my seeds dependin ony me im tryin to be the i can be/
talk about life, i 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 comin atcha real life shit can happen real life to ya, now holla at me!/

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

We been wheelin and dealin all our
money gon' me crazy Jesus Christ
i see the light in treaches eyes
he can see it in mine
Money gon' me Crazy
this money gon' 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 dollaz of dollaz happen to to fall/
it be pow click pow click pow, hananana click clack on all yall/

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

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

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

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

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' me Crazy
this money gon' me crazy baby

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

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

'cause takin in all hardtimes keep on blindin our mind/
why we dont be like god shoot for stars in the sky/
determined to get rich im afraid gon' 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 walkin around/
assed out, dead-an-widowed, abandoned house/
they dont know bout random house/
see em all pitiful wit hands out baby girl was out, harmony-harmony, stand out/

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

why i battle but put it nobody blastin/
everybody only 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 child, pac too i got as much pac in me as you got in you/

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

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

We been 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 gon' me Crazy
this money gon' me crazy baby