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Bone Nature, Naughty By Harmony.

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

Well i was born wit my eyes
feelin the of livin today now why should 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 these is slippery/
if you say let it repeat itself/
yoself dont cheat yoself to a life live low/

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

strapped wit the heat,lovin the i gota go get it what ever we need/
my wife and my dependin ony me im tryin to be the best i can be/
about life, i wont get it twice/
makin money 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 through were you cant
releasin and em we bomb on hate/
real comin atcha real life shit can happen real life talkin to ya, now holla at me!/

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

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

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

i got my chrome my dome, plus my mask n my mic/
i got my own version called the ghetto passion of
feel theyselves too much cant see the shit 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 it funk fuck ya hustla 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 me i hated all that try me yeah/
whether ya 40 or some hustlers is never faded cmon/

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' make me crazy

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

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

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

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

What are you talkin about, look at these in the streets walkin around/
assed out, dead-an-widowed, another abandoned
they know nothin bout 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/
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
everybody would only be spittin metaphors put it on jackson/
and you can ask him the rappin is real/
and you cant turn me down like that im 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 read the bible
yall better know who wrote the scriptures, yall protect your soul/
now the bone is finally focused, pay attention to talkin/
7 mo thug, thug line still shinin on em/

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

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