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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

20 20 of bottles of 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 my dome, plus my mask n my mic/
i got my own called the ghetto passion of christ/
niggaz feel theyselves too much cant see the shit that in/
i save all the cheerin but im pissed like urine/

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

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

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

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

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

this even my life 'cause 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 this paper like thats gon save us/
we so caught up in to get famous its a shame but, can you blame us?/

'cause in all these 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 stay alive or try be wealthy for

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

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

why would i battle but put it 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, break it down, yall better read the bible
yall better know who wrote the scriptures, yall better protect your
now the is finally focused, pay attention to real talkin/
7 sign mo thug, thug still shinin on em/

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