Layzie
Bone Thug Nature, Naughty By Harmony.

(Forgive them father they know not what they do)

Layzie
Yea. Treach in the Mothafuckin house.

Bizzy
its time to hittem wit the real shit

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

Layzie
Mo Thugs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

what is telegraphic, tell a spy, tell a lie/
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i keep it funk fuck ya hustla wit a muscly hustla/
thats why my odb be hangin out like rusty mufflers/

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

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

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

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

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

cuz takin in all these hardtimes keep on blindin our mind/
why we dont wana be like god shoot for stars in the sky/
niggaz determined to get rich im afraid
gon' loose they blessins/
so the question is, you wana stay alive
or try be wealthy for now/

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

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

why would i battle but put it nobody blastin/
everybody would only be spittin
metaphors put it on jesse jackson/
and you can just 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 you/

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

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

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