[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/

tell the feds the revolution this time will be televised/

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