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Bone Nature, Naughty 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 dealin all our
gon' make me crazy Jesus Christ
i see the light thru little layzies
he can see it in mine
Money make me Crazy
this money gon' me crazy baby

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

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

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

watch yo health, better yourself but care of yourself/
tellem to suck on these nuts, money dont on trees what/
killers stop and squeeze bust/
funny how shit dont up/

strapped wit the heat,lovin the streetz i gota go get it ever we need/
my wife and my seeds dependin ony me im 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, what the kids the kids the kids is great/
how my nigga we dominate, makin through were you cant concentrate/
releasin and through em we on hate/
real life comin atcha real shit can happen real life talkin to ya, now holla at me!/

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

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

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

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

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

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

We been and dealin all our lives
money make me crazy Jesus Christ
i see the light little layzies eyes
he can see it in mine
Money make 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 in trigger eyes
Hope he can see it in
gon' make me Crazy
this gon' make 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 into the fast lane/
its only to my bad ways/

this aint even my life 'cause i was to be livin forever right here in the flesh/
and not up in heaven i know god gona make it better/
we runnin around chasin paper like 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 wana be god shoot for stars 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, at these mothaerfuckers in the streets walkin around/
assed out, dead-an-widowed, another house/
they dont know bout random house/
see em all pitiful wit hands out baby girl was rammed out, harmony-harmony, stand

sound of take em to beverly hills 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 and the rappin/

why would i but put it nobody blastin/
everybody would only be metaphors put it on jesse jackson/
and you can just ask him the rappin is
and you cant turn me down like im still your child, pac too i got as much pac in me as you got in you/

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

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

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