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Bone Thug Nature, 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 dealin all our
money gon' make me crazy Jesus
i see the light little layzies eyes
he can see it in mine
Money gon' me Crazy
this money make me crazy baby

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

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

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

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

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

niggaz is wana me down, what about the kids the kids the kids is great/
how my nigga we dominate, makin through were you cant concentrate/
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 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 crazy

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

20 20 of bottles of bottles of 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 click pow click pow, hananana click clack on all

i got my protect my dome, plus my mask n my mic/
i got my own version called the passion of christ/
niggaz 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 the revolution this time will be televised/
i keep it funk fuck ya hustla wit a muscly
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/
haters me i hated all that try me yeah/
whether ya 40 or faded some hustlers is never faded

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

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

Hustlin,looks like me got me illin sinnin like everyday/
im spendin my preventin my mind flippin 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 forever right here in the flesh/
and not up in heaven 'cause i know god gona it better/
we runnin around chasin this paper like gon save us/
we so caught up in tryin to get its a shame 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 to get rich im afraid gon' loose they blessins/
so the question is, you wana alive or try be wealthy for now/

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

sound of bone em to beverly hills and round off/
up rubberband quicker than you can get an ounce off/
uhh,back to the real 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 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/

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

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

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