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点击复制Bone Thug Nature Naughty by Harmony
Forgive them father for they know not what they doin
Treach in the motherf**kin house
It's time to hit em with the real s**t
Like Mo' Thug we fenna get our money bone bone bone bone
We been wheelin n dealin all our lives
Money gon make me crazy jesus christ
I see the light through little Layzie's eyes
Hope he can see him in mine
This money gon make me crazy this money gon make me crazy baby
Hard time hustlin
We been wheelin n dealin all our lives
Money gon make me crazy jesus christ
I see the light in little Bizzy's eyes
Hope he can see him in mine
Money gon make me crazy money gon make me crazy baby
Hard time hustlin
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 gon recognize game
And any n***a that really ain't feelin me
Is the epitome of what I be doin these n***as is slippery
If its the 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
Killas will stop and squeeze bust
Funny how s**t don't ease up
Strapped with the heat live in the streets
I gotta go get it whatever we need
My wife and my seed dependin on me
I'm tryin to be the best I can be
Talk about life I won't get it twice
Makin this money for me and my wife
N***as is wantin to shut me down
What about the kids the kids the kids is great
Watch out my n***a we dominate
Make it to where you can't concentrate
Releasing it through when we bomb on hate
Real life comin atcha real life s**t can happen real life talkin to ya
Now holla at me
We been wheelin n dealin all our lives
Money gon make me crazy jesus christ
I see the light through little Layzie's eyes
Hope he can see him in mine
This money gon make me crazy this money gon make me crazy baby
Hard time hustlin
We been wheelin n dealin all our lives
Money gon make me crazy jesus christ
I see the light in Trigga Treach's eyes
Hope he can see him in mine
Money gon make me crazy money gon make me crazy baby
Hard time hustlin
Twenty to twenty to bottles of bottles of beer on the beer on the wall
A twenty to twenty to twenty to bottles of bottles of beer
And if the one of the one of the dollas a dollas happen to happen to fall
It'll be a plick plow plick plow hunana brick brack to alla yall
I got my chrome protect my dome plus my mask and my mic
I got my own version called the Ghetto Passion of Christ
N***as feel theyself too much can't smell the s**t that you're in
I wanna save all the children but I'm pissed like urine
With these telegraphic tell a spy tell a lie
Tell the feds the revolution this time will be televised
I keep it funky f**k ya hustla wit a musty hussa
That's why my O Gs we be hangin out like rusty mothas
Don dotta dolla found a ground and not a nine to five a
I love you who don't want no more of that baby mamma drama
Haters call me I hated all who try me yea
Whether you're bald or you're braided parts
Them hustlas can never fade it come on
This life I'm livin got me ill its livin like everyday
I'm spendin my time preventin my mind from flippin and goin insane
And now that we comin up on these last days we're livin the fast lane
Its only contributing to my bad ways
This ain't 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 gon make it better
We runnin around chasin this paper like that's gon save us
We so caught up in tryin to be famous
Its a shame but can you blame us cuz
Takin in all of these hard times keep me blind and on mine
Why we don't wanna be like God but shoot for the stars in the sky
N***a determined to get rich I'm afraid gon lose they blessings
What is you talkin about
Look at these motherf**kas in the streets walkin around assed out
Scared of the winter in another abandoned house
They don't know nothin about random outs
See em my pitiful hand is out
Baby girl was ran down
Harmony harmony stand down
Sound off Bone takin the Beverly Hills and round off
Ante up rubber bands quicker than you can get an ounce off uh
Back to the real world where the murderin happens
Its touchin everbody including the news and the rapping
Why would I babble and wouldn'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
Put it on
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 cause
Yall better know who wrote the scriptures yall better protect your souls
Now the Bone is finally focused
Pay attention to real talkin
7th Sign Mo Thug Thug Line still shinin on em