| 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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| 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
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| 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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| 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
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| 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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| 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
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| 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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| 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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| 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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| 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 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Real Life (feat. Krayzie Bone & Naughty By Nature) , by - Bizzy Bone. Song from the album The Best of Bone Brothers, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп