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Bone Nature, Naughty By Harmony.

(Forgive them father they know not they do)

Yea. Treach in the house.

its time to hittem wit the shit

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

Mo

(Chorus)

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

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

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

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

watch yo health, better yourself but care of yourself/
tellem to suck on these nuts, dont grow on trees what/
killers will stop and bust/
funny how shit ease 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/
about life, i wont get it twice/
makin this for me and my wife/

niggaz is wana 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 through em we bomb on
real life comin atcha real shit can happen real life talkin to ya, now holla at me!/

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

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

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 dollaz of dollaz happen to happen to
it be click pow pow click pow, hananana click clack on all yall/

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

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

don dolla dolla (???) not a ta fiver/
i u boo dont want no mo of that baby mama drama/
haters 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 little layzies
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 in trigger 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 sinnin everyday/
im spendin my time preventin my mind flippin and insane/
and now that we comin up on last days well into the fast lane/
its only contributin to my bad

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

'cause takin in all these hardtimes on blindin our mind/
why we dont wana be like god shoot for stars in the
niggaz determined to get rich im afraid loose they 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 streets walkin
assed out, dead-an-widowed, abandoned house/
they dont nothin bout random house/
see em all pitiful wit hands out baby was rammed out, harmony-harmony, stand out/

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

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

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

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

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