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Bone Nature, Naughty By Harmony.

(Forgive them father they not what they do)

Yea. in the Mothafuckin house.

its time to hittem wit the shit

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

Mo

(Chorus)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 bomb on
life comin atcha real life shit can happen real life talkin to ya, now holla at me!/

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

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

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

i got my protect my dome, plus 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, tell a spy, a lie/
tell the feds the this time will be televised/
i keep it funk fuck ya hustla wit a hustla/
thats why my odb be hangin out like mufflers/

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

why would i battle but put it blastin/
everybody would only be spittin metaphors put it on jackson/
and you can ask him the rappin is real/
and you cant turn me down like that im 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 dog/
yall better know who wrote the scriptures, yall protect your soul/
now the bone is finally focused, pay attention to real
7 sign mo thug, line still shinin on em/

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

We been and dealin all our lives
money gon' make me 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