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Bone Thug Nature, By Harmony.

(Forgive them father they know not what do)

Yea. in the Mothafuckin house.

its to hittem wit the real shit

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

Mo

(Chorus)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

i got my chrome protect my dome, my mask n my mic/
i got my own called the ghetto passion of christ/
niggaz 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/
why my odb be hangin out like rusty mufflers/

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

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

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

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

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

'cause takin in all these keep on blindin our mind/
why we dont be like god shoot for stars in the sky/
niggaz determined to get im afraid gon' loose they 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/
assed out, dead-an-widowed, another abandoned
they dont know nothin random house/
see em all pitiful wit out baby girl was rammed out, harmony-harmony, stand out/

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

why would i but put it nobody blastin/
everybody only be spittin metaphors put it on jesse jackson/
and you can just ask him the rappin is
and you turn me down like that im still your child, pac too i got as much pac in me as you got in you/

give em the game, it down, yall better read the bible dog/
yall better know who wrote the scriptures, yall better protect soul/
now the bone is finally focused, pay attention to talkin/
7 mo thug, thug line still shinin on em/

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

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