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Bone Nature, Naughty By Harmony.

(Forgive them they know not what they do)

Yea. Treach in the house.

its time to hittem wit the real

(Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone)

Mo

(Chorus)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

20 20 of of bottles of beer 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 pow, hananana click clack on all yall/

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

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

don dolla (???) not a nine ta fiver/
i love u boo dont want no mo of baby 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 make me crazy Jesus Christ
i see the light thru layzies eyes
he can see it in mine
Money gon' make me
this money make me crazy baby

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

Hustlin,looks me livin got me illin 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 contributin to my bad ways/

this aint even my life 'cause i was supposed to be livin forever here in the flesh/
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 its a shame but, can you blame us?/

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

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

sound of bone take em to beverly hills and off/
ante up rubberband than you can get an ounce off/
uhh,back to the world were the murderin 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 me down like that im still your 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 know who wrote the scriptures, yall better protect your soul/
now the bone is focused, pay attention to real talkin/
7 sign mo thug, thug line still on em/

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