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Bone Nature, Naughty By Harmony.

(Forgive father they know not what they do)

Yea. in the Mothafuckin house.

its time to hittem wit the real

(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
Hope he can see it in
Money make me Crazy
this money gon' make me crazy

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

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

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

watch yo health, better yourself but care of yourself/
tellem to on these nuts, money dont grow on trees what/
killers will 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 ony me im tryin to be the best i can be/
about life, i wont get it twice/
makin this for me and my wife/

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

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

20 20 of bottles of bottles of beer of beer on the
20 20 of of bottles 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, hananana click on all yall/

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

is telegraphic, tell a spy, tell a lie/
tell the the revolution this time 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 u boo dont want no mo of that 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 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
money gon' make me crazy baby

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

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

this aint even my 'cause i was supposed to be livin forever right here in the flesh/
and not up in heaven 'cause i 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 blame

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

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

sound of bone take em to hills and round off/
ante up rubberband quicker than you can get an off/
uhh,back to the real were the murderin happens/
its touchin everybody, the news and the rappin/

why would i but put it nobody blastin/
everybody only be spittin metaphors put it on jesse jackson/
and you can just ask him the is real/
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/

em the game, break 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 attention to real
7 mo thug, thug line still shinin on em/

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