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Bone Thug Nature, By Harmony.

(Forgive them father know not what they do)

Yea. Treach in the house.

its to hittem 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
Hope he can see it in
gon' make me Crazy
this gon' make me crazy baby

We wheelin 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' make me
money gon' make me crazy baby

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

and any nigga that aint really 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 live low/

watch yo health, better but takes care of yourself/
to suck on these nuts, money 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 ever we
my wife and my seeds dependin ony me im tryin to be the i can be/
about life, i wont get it twice/
makin this for me and my wife/

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

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

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

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

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

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

don dolla dolla (???) not a ta fiver/
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 cmon/

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

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

this even my life '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 runnin 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 hardtimes keep on our mind/
why we wana be like god shoot for stars in the sky/
niggaz to get rich im afraid gon' loose they blessins/
so the question is, you wana stay or try be wealthy for now/

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

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

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

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

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