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Bone Thug Nature, By Harmony.

(Forgive them they know not what they do)

Yea. Treach in the house.

its time to hittem wit the 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 little layzies eyes
Hope he can see it in
Money gon' make me
this money gon' me crazy baby

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

20 20 of bottles of bottles of beer of beer on the
20 20 of bottles of bottles of
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 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 save all the cheerin but im pissed like urine/

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

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

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

We been wheelin and dealin all our
money make me crazy Jesus Christ
i see the in trigger treaches eyes
Hope he can see it in
Money gon' make me
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 insane/
and now that we comin up on these last days well into the fast
its only contributin to my bad

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

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

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

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

why i battle but put it nobody blastin/
everybody would only be spittin put it on jesse 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, better protect your soul/
now the bone is focused, pay attention to real talkin/
7 sign mo thug, line still shinin on em/

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