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Bone Thug Nature, Naughty By Harmony
Yeah
It's time to hit 'em with the real shit
Yeah
We been wheelin' and dealin' all our lives
Money gon' make me crazy, Jesus Christ
I see the light in little Layzie's eyes
Hope he can see 'em in mine
This money gon' make me crazy
This money gon' make me crazy, baby
We been wheelin' and dealin' all our lives
Money gon' make me crazy, Jesus Christ
I see the light in little Bizzy's eyes
Hope he can see 'em in mine
Money gon' make me crazy
Money gon' make me crazy, baby
Woke up this mornin' with my eyes wide
Feelin' the pressure of livin' today, now why should I try?
I'm tired of feelin' this pain, game don't recognize game
And any nigga that really ain't feelin' me
Is the epitome of what I be doin', these niggas is slippery
If it's a history, let it repeat itself
Treat yourself, don't cheat yourself
To a life live long, watch your health
Better yourself and take care of yourself
Tell 'em to suck on these nuts
Money don't grow on trees, what?
Killers will stop and squeeze, bust
Funny how shit don't ease up
Strapped with the heat, love in the streets
I gotta go get it, whatever we need
My wife and my seeds dependin' on me
I'm tryin' to be the best I can be
Talkin' 'bout life, I won't get it twice
Makin' this money for me and my right
And these niggas wanna shut me down
What about the kids? The kids, the kids is straight
Watch how my niggas, we dominate
Make it to where you can't concentrate
We releasin' the fury, we bomb on hate
Real life comin' at you
Real life, fuckin' happenin'
Real life, talkin' to you
Now holla at me
We been wheelin' and dealin' all our lives
Money gon' make me crazy, Jesus Christ
I see the light in little Layzie's eyes
Hope he can see 'em in mine
This money gon' make me crazy
This money gon' make me crazy, baby
We been wheelin' and dealin' all our lives
Money gon' make me crazy, Jesus Christ
I see the light in Trigga Treach's eyes
Hope he can see 'em in mine
Money gon' make me crazy
Money gon' make me crazy, baby
Twenty to twenty to bottles to bottles of beer to beer to wall
A twenty to twenty to twenty to bottles of bottles of beer
Now if the one of the one of the dollars
Of dollars happen to happen to fall
It be a click-plow, click-plow, holla now, blit-black to all of y'all
I got my chrome, protect my dome, plus my mask and my mic
I got my own version called the ghetto Passion of Christ
Niggas feel theyselves too much, can't smell the shit they urine
I wanna save all the chil'ren, but I'm pissed like urine
Whether it's telegraph, they tell a spy, tell a lie
Tell the feds the revolution this time will be televised
I keep it funky, fuckin' a hustler with a muscly hustler
That's why my OGs, we be hangin' out like rusty mufflers
Don dada dala, find a grinder, not a nine-to-fiver
I love you, boo, don't want no more of that baby mama drama
Haters call me, I hate it, all who try me, yeah
Whether you're bald or you're braided
Parts them hustlers can never fade it
Come on
We been wheelin' and dealin' all our lives
Money gon' make me crazy, Jesus Christ
I see the light in little Layzie's eyes
Hope he can see 'em in mine
This money gon' make me crazy
This money gon' make me crazy, baby
We been wheelin' and dealin' all our lives
Money gon' make me crazy, Jesus Christ
I see the light in Trigga Treach's eyes
Hope he can see 'em in mine
Money gon' make me crazy
Money gon' make me crazy, baby
This life I'm livin' got me illest, sinnin' like every day
I'm spendin' my time preventin' my mind from flippin' and goin' insane
And now that we comin' up in these last days
Rollin' in the fast lane
It's only contributin' to my bad ways
This ain't 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 gon' make it better
We runnin' around chasin' this paper like that's gon' save us
We so caught up in tryin' to get famous
It's a shame, but can you blame us?
'Cause takin' in all of this hard times keep on blindin' our mind
While we don't wanna be like God, but shoot for the stars in the sky
Niggas tryin' to get rich, I'm afraid gon' lose they blessings
So the question is, do you wanna stay alive or try to be wealthy?
What are you talkin' about?
Niggas is dead in the streets, walkin' around
They ain't gon' get it, a winner in another abandoned house
They don't know nothin' 'bout Random House
Seein' my pitiful hands out
Baby girl was ran down
Harmony, harmony, stand down
Sound off, Bone takin' the Beverly Hills and Roundoff
Ante up, rubber bands, quicker than you could get an ounce off
Um, back to the real world where the murderin' happens
It's touchin' everybody, includin' the news and the rappin'
Why would I babble if wasn't nobody blastin'?
Everybody would only be spittin'
Out metaphors, put it on Jesse Jackson
And you can just ask him, the rappin' is real
And you can't turn me down like that, I'm still your child (Widdo)
Pac too, I got as much Pac in me as you got in you
Give 'em the game, break it down
Y'all better read the Bible, 'cause
Y'all better know who wrote the scriptures
Y'all better protect your soul
Now the Bone is finally focused
Pay attention to real talkin'
Seventh sign, Mo Thug, thugline still shinin' on 'em
We been wheelin' and dealin' all our lives
Money gon' make me crazy, Jesus Christ
I see the light in little Layzie's eyes
Hope he can see 'em in mine
This money gon' make me crazy
This money gon' make me crazy, baby
We been wheelin' and dealin' all our lives
Money gon' make me crazy, Jesus Christ
I see the light in little Bizzy's eyes
Hope he can see 'em in mine
Money gon' make me crazy
Money gon' make me crazy, baby
We been wheelin' and dealin' all our lives
Money gon' make me crazy, Jesus Christ
I see the light in little Layzie's eyes
Hope he can see 'em in mine
This money gon' make me crazy
This money gon' make me crazy, baby
We been wheelin' and dealin' all our lives
Money gon' make me crazy, Jesus Christ
I see the light in little Bizzy's eyes
Hope he can see 'em in mine
Money gon' make me crazy
Money gon' make me crazy, baby
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