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Bone Thug Nature, By Harmony.

(Forgive them father they not what they do)

Yea. Treach in the house.

its time to wit the real shit

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

Mo

(Chorus)

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

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

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

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

watch yo health, better yourself but care of yourself/
tellem to suck on these nuts, money dont on trees what/
killers will stop and squeeze
funny how shit dont 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 tryin to be the i can be/
talk about life, i get it twice/
makin this for me and my wife/

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

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

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

20 20 of bottles of of beer of beer on the wall/
20 20 of bottles of 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, click clack on all yall/

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

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

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

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

We wheelin and dealin all our lives
money gon' make me crazy Jesus
i see the light in trigger eyes
he can see it in mine
Money make me Crazy
this money gon' make me 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 these last days well the fast lane/
its only contributin to my bad

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

'cause in all these hardtimes keep on blindin our mind/
why we dont be like god shoot for stars in the sky/
niggaz 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, at these mothaerfuckers in the streets walkin around/
assed out, dead-an-widowed, another abandoned
they dont know nothin random house/
see em all pitiful wit hands out baby was rammed out, harmony-harmony, stand out/

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

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

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

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