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Bone Nature, Naughty By Harmony.

(Forgive them father know not what they do)

Yea. in the Mothafuckin house.

its time to wit the real shit

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

Mo

(Chorus)

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

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

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

and any that aint really feelin me is the epitamy/
of what i be doin these niggaz is
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/
to suck on these nuts, money dont grow on trees what/
killers will stop and squeeze
funny how shit ease up/

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

niggaz is wana shut me down, what about the the kids the kids is great/
how my nigga we dominate, makin through were you cant concentrate/
releasin and through em we bomb on
real life comin atcha real shit can happen real 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 eyes
he can see it in mine
Money make me Crazy
this money gon' make me baby

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hustlin,looks like me livin got me illin sinnin everyday/
im spendin my time preventin my mind flippin and goin
and now that we comin up on these last well into the fast lane/
its contributin 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 'cause i know god gona make it better/
we around chasin this paper like thats gon save us/
we so caught up in tryin to get famous its a shame but, can you blame

'cause takin in all these keep on blindin our mind/
why we dont wana be like god shoot for stars in the
niggaz determined to get rich im afraid loose they blessins/
so the question is, you 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 house/
they know nothin bout random house/
see em all pitiful wit hands out baby was rammed out, harmony-harmony, stand 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 real were the murderin happens/
its touchin everybody, includin the news and the

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

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