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Bone Nature, Naughty By Harmony.

(Forgive them father they know not 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 all our lives
money gon' make me crazy Jesus
i see the light thru little layzies
he can see it in mine
Money make me Crazy
this gon' make me crazy baby

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

don dolla (???) not a nine ta fiver/
i love u boo dont no mo of that baby mama 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
Hope he can see it in
Money gon' me Crazy
this money gon' make me baby

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

Hustlin,looks like me livin got me illin like everyday/
im my time preventin my mind flippin and goin insane/
and now we comin up on these last 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 '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 hardtimes keep on blindin our
why we dont wana be god shoot for stars in the sky/
niggaz determined to get rich im afraid gon' loose blessins/
so the question is, you wana alive or try be wealthy for now/

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

sound of bone take em to beverly hills and round
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
would only be spittin metaphors put it on jesse jackson/
and you can ask him the rappin is real/
and you cant turn me 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, yall read the bible dog/
yall better know who wrote the scriptures, yall protect your soul/
now the bone is finally focused, pay to real talkin/
7 sign mo thug, thug still shinin on em/

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

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