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Bone Thug Nature, By Harmony.

(Forgive them father they know not they do)

Yea. Treach in the house.

its time to hittem wit the real

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

Mo

(Chorus)

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

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

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

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

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

strapped wit the heat,lovin the streetz i gota go get it what ever we
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 for me and my wife/

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

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

We been and dealin all our lives
gon' make me crazy Jesus Christ
i see the light in trigger eyes
Hope he can see it in
gon' make 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 bottles of
now after 1 of the 1 of the dollaz of happen to happen to fall/
it be click pow pow click pow, hananana click 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/
niggaz feel theyselves too cant see the shit that your in/
i save all the cheerin but im pissed like urine/

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

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

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 make me Crazy
this money gon' make me crazy

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

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

this aint even my 'cause i was supposed to be livin forever right here in the flesh/
and not up in heaven i know god gona make it better/
we around chasin this paper 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 keep on blindin our mind/
why we dont wana be god shoot for stars in the sky/
niggaz determined to get rich im afraid gon' loose blessins/
so the is, you wana stay alive or try be wealthy for now/

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

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

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

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

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