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Bone Thug Nature, 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
money gon' make me crazy 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 Christ
i see the light little bizzys eyes
Hope he can see it in
Money make me Crazy
this gon' make me crazy baby

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

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

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

wit the heat,lovin the streetz i gota go get it what 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 money for me and my wife/

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

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
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
he can see it in mine
Money make me Crazy
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 dollaz of dollaz happen to to fall/
it be click pow click pow click pow, hananana click on all yall/

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

what is telegraphic, a spy, tell a lie/
tell the feds the revolution this time be televised/
i keep it funk fuck ya hustla wit a muscly
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 drama/
call me i hated all that try me yeah/
whether ya 40 or faded hustlers is never faded cmon/

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

why would i battle but put it nobody
everybody only be spittin metaphors put it on jesse jackson/
and you can ask him the rappin is real/
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, yall better the bible dog/
yall better know who wrote the scriptures, yall better your soul/
now the bone is finally focused, pay attention to real
7 sign mo thug, thug line still on em/

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

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