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Bone Nature, Naughty By Harmony.

(Forgive them father know 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 all our lives
money gon' make me crazy Jesus
i see the light thru little layzies
he can see it in mine
Money gon' me Crazy
this money gon' me crazy baby

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

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

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

watch yo health, better yourself but takes of yourself/
tellem to suck on these nuts, money dont grow on what/
killers will stop and bust/
funny how shit 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/
talk about life, i wont get it
makin this for me and my wife/

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

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

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

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

i got my chrome protect my dome, my mask n my mic/
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 but im pissed like urine/

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

don dolla (???) not a nine ta fiver/
i love u boo dont want no mo of that mama drama/
haters call me i hated all try me yeah/
whether ya 40 or faded some hustlers is faded cmon/

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

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

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

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

'cause in all these 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 question is, you wana stay alive or try be wealthy for

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

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

why would i battle but put it blastin/
everybody would only be metaphors put it on jesse jackson/
and you can ask him the rappin is real/
and you cant turn me down like that im still your child, pac too i got as pac in me as you got in you/

give em the game, break it down, better read 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 mo thug, thug line still shinin on em/

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

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