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(feat. Treach & Krayzie Bone) |
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(Layzie Bone, Treach, Bizzy Bone) |
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Bone Thug Nature, Naughty by Harmony |
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Forgive them father for they know not what they doin |
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Treach in the motherfuckin house |
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It's time to hit em with the real shit, |
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Like Mo' Thug, we fenna get our money bone bone bone bone |
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(Chorus#1: Bizzy Bone & Layzie Bone) |
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We been wheelin n dealin all our lives, |
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Money gon make me crazy, jesus christ |
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I see the light through little Layzie's eyes, |
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Hope he can see him in mine, |
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This money gon make me crazy, this money gon make me crazy baby (hard time hustlin). |
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We been wheelin n dealin all our lives, |
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Money gon make me crazy, jesus christ |
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I see the light in little Bizzy's eyes, |
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Hope he can see him in mine, |
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Money gon make me crazy, money gon make me crazy baby (hard time hustlin). |
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(Verse 1: Layzie Bone) |
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Woke up this mornin with 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, game gon recognize game, |
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And any nigga that really aint feelin me |
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Is the epitome of what I be doin these niggas is slippery, |
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If its the history let it repeat itself, |
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Treat yourself dont cheat yourself, |
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To a life live long, watch your health, better yourself and take care of yourself |
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Tell em to suck on these nuts, money dont grow on trees what |
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Killas will stop and squeeze bust, |
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Funny how shit dont ease up |
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Strapped with the heat, live in the streets |
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I gotta go get it, whatever we need |
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My wife and my seed dependin on me |
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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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Niggas is wantin to shut me down |
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What about the kids the kids the kids is great |
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Watch out my nigga we dominate |
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Make it to where you cant concentrate |
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Releasing it through when we bomb on hate |
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Real life comin atcha, real life shit can happen, real life talkin to ya, |
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Now holla at me. |
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(Chorus #2: Bizzy Bone & Layzie Bone) |
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We been wheelin n dealin all our lives, |
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Money gon make me crazy, jesus christ |
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I see the light through little Layzie's eyes |
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Hope he can see him in mine, |
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This money gon make me crazy, this money gon make me crazy baby (hard time hustlin). |
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We been wheelin n dealin all our lives, |
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Money gon make me crazy, jesus christ |
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I see the light in Trigga Treach's eyes, |
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Hope he can see him in mine |
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Money gon make me crazy, money gon make me crazy baby (hard time hustlin). |
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(Verse 2: Treach) |
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Twenty to twenty to bottles of bottles of beer on the beer on the wall |
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A twenty to twenty to twenty to bottles of bottles of beer, |
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And if the one of the one of the dollas a dollas happen to happen to fall |
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It'll be a plick plow plick plow, hunana brick brack to alla yall |
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I got my chrome protect my dome plus my mask and my mic |
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I got my own version called the Ghetto Passion of Christ |
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Niggas feel theyself too much cant smell the shit that youre in |
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I wanna save all the children but Im pissed like urine |
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With these 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 funky fuck ya hustla wit a musty hussa |
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Thats why my O-Gs we be hangin out like rusty mothas |
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Don dotta dolla found a ground and not a nine-to-five-a |
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I love you who dont want no more of that baby mamma drama |
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Haters call me, I hated all who try me yea, |
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Whether youre bald or youre braided parts |
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Them hustlas can never fade it, come on |
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(Chorus #2) |
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(Verse 3: Krayzie Bone & Bizzy Bone) |
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(Krayzie) |
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This life Im livin got me ill its livin like everyday |
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Im spendin my time preventin my mind from flippin and goin insane |
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And now that we comin up on these last days, we're livin the fast lane |
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Its only contributing to my bad ways |
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This aint even my life, cuz I was supposed to be livin forever |
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Right here in the flesh and not up in heaven cuz I know God gon 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 be famous, |
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Its a shame but can you blame us? cuz |
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Takin in all of these hard times keep me blind and on mine |
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Why we dont wanna be like God, but shoot for the stars in the sky |
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Nigga determined to get rich, Im afraid gon lose they blessings |
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So the question is: you wanna stay alive, or tryin to be wealthy? but nah |
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(Bizzy) |
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What is you talkin about? |
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Look at these motherfuckas in the streets, walkin around, assed out |
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Scared of the winter in another abandoned house |
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They dont know nothin about random outs |
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See em my pitiful hand is out |
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Baby girl was ran down |
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Harmony harmony stand down |
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Sound off Bone takin the Beverly Hills and round off |
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Ante up, rubber bands, quicker than you can get an ounce off uh |
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Back to the real world where the murderin happens. |
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Its touchin everbody, including the news and the rapping |
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Why would I babble and wouldnt nobody blastin |
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Everybody would only be spittin out metaphors put it on Jesse Jackson |
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And you can just ask him the rappin is real |
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And you cant turn me down like that Im still your child (put it on) |
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Pac too I got as much Pac in me as you got in you. |
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Give em the game, break it down, yall better read the Bible cause |
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Yall better know who wrote the scriptures, yall better protect your souls |
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Now the Bone is finally focused, |
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Pay attention to real talkin |
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7th Sign, Mo Thug, Thug Line still shinin on em |
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(Chorus #1: x2) |
