[Layzie]
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Bone Thug Nature, Naughty By Harmony.
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(Forgive them father they know not what they do)
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[Layzie]
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Yea. Treach in the Mothafuckin house.
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[Bizzy]
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its time to hittem wit the real shit
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(Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone)
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[Layzie]
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Mo Thugs
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(Chorus)
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[Bizzy]
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We been wheelin and dealin all our lives
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money gon' make me crazy Jesus Christ
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i see the light thru little layzies eyes
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Hope he can see it in mine
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Money gon' make me Crazy
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this money gon' make me crazy baby
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[Layzie]
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We been wheelin and dealin all our lives
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money gon' make me crazy Jesus Christ
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i see the light thru little bizzys eyes
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Hope he can see it in mine
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Money gon' make me Crazy
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this money gon' make me crazy baby
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Well i was born wit my eyes wide/
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feelin the pressure of livin today now why should i try/
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im tired of feelin this pain/
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game gon' recognize game/
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and any nigga that aint really feelin me is the epitamy/
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of what i be doin these niggaz is slippery/
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if you say history let it repeat itself/
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treat yoself dont cheat yoself to a life live low/
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watch yo health, better yourself but takes care of yourself/
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tellem to suck on these nuts, money dont grow on trees what/
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killers will stop and squeeze bust/
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funny how shit dont ease up/
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strapped wit the heat,lovin the streetz i gota go get it what ever we need/
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my wife and my seeds dependin ony me im tryin to be the best i can be/
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talk about life, i wont get it twice/
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makin this money for me and my wife/
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niggaz is wana shut me down, what about the kids the kids the kids is great/
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watch how my nigga we dominate, makin through were you cant concentrate/
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releasin and through em we bomb on hate/
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real life comin atcha real life shit can happen real life talkin to ya, now holla at me!/
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[Bizzy]
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We been wheelin and dealin all our lives
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money gon' make me crazy Jesus Christ
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i see the light thru little layzies eyes
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Hope he can see it in mine
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Money gon' make me Crazy
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this money gon' make me crazy baby
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[Layzie]
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We been wheelin and dealin all our lives
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money gon' make me crazy Jesus Christ
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i see the light in trigger treaches eyes
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Hope he can see it in mine
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Money gon' make me Crazy
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this money gon' make me crazy baby
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[Treach]
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20 20 of bottles of bottles of beer of beer on the wall/
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20 20 of bottles of bottles of beer/
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now after 1 of the 1 of the dollaz of dollaz happen to happen to fall/
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it be click pow click pow click pow, hananana click clack on all yall/
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i got my chrome protect my dome, plus my mask n my mic/
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i got my own version called the ghetto passion of christ/
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niggaz feel theyselves too much cant see the shit that your in/
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i wana save all the cheerin but im pissed like urine/
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what is telegraphic, tell a spy, tell a lie/
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tell the feds the revolution this time will be televised/
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i keep it funk fuck ya hustla wit a muscly hustla/
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thats why my odb be hangin out like rusty mufflers/
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don dolla dolla (???) not a nine ta fiver/
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i love u boo dont want no mo of that baby mama drama/
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haters call me i hated all that try me yeah/
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whether ya 40 or faded some hustlers is never faded cmon/
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[Bizzy]
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We been wheelin and dealin all our lives
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money gon' make me crazy Jesus Christ
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i see the light thru little layzies eyes
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Hope he can see it in mine
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Money gon' make me Crazy
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this money gon' make me crazy baby
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[Layzie]
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We been wheelin and dealin all our lives
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money gon' make me crazy Jesus Christ
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i see the light in trigger treaches eyes
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Hope he can see it in mine
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Money gon' make me Crazy
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this money gon' make me crazy baby
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[Krayzie]
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Hustlin,looks like me livin got me illin sinnin like everyday/
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im spendin my time preventin my mind flippin and goin insane/
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and now that we comin up on these last days well into the fast lane/
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its only contributin to my bad ways/
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this aint even my life cuz i was supposed to be livin forever right here in the flesh/
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and not up in heaven cuz i know god gona make it better/
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we runnin around chasin this paper like thats gon save us/
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we so caught up in tryin to get famous its a shame bu |