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Bone Thug Nature, By Harmony.

(Forgive them father they know not what do)

Yea. in the Mothafuckin house.

its time to hittem wit the shit

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

Mo

(Chorus)

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

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

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

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

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

wit the heat,lovin the streetz i gota go get it what ever we need/
my and my seeds dependin ony me im tryin to be the best i can be/
talk about life, i get it twice/
this money 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 were you cant concentrate/
releasin and through em we bomb on
real life comin atcha real life shit can happen real life talkin to ya, now at me!/

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

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

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

i got my chrome protect my dome, plus my 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 but im pissed like urine/

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

don dolla dolla (???) not a nine ta
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 faded cmon/

We been wheelin and dealin all our
gon' make me crazy Jesus Christ
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 all our lives
money gon' make me Jesus Christ
i see the light in 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 sinnin like everyday/
im spendin my preventin my mind flippin and goin insane/
and now that we comin up on last days well into the fast lane/
its only contributin to my bad

this aint my life 'cause i was supposed to be livin forever right here in the flesh/
and not up in heaven 'cause i god gona make it better/
we runnin 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 hardtimes keep on blindin our
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 stay alive or try be for now/

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

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

why would i but put it nobody 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 down like 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 read the bible dog/
yall better who wrote the scriptures, yall better protect your soul/
now the bone is finally focused, pay attention to real
7 sign mo thug, line still shinin on em/

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
Money gon' me Crazy
this gon' make me crazy 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 make me Crazy
money gon' make me crazy baby