Bone Thugs N Harmony – Real Life lyrics

[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/
I'm 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 don't cheat yoself to a life live low/

Watch yo health, better yourself but takes care of yourself/
Tellem to suck on these nuts, money don't grow on trees what/
Killers will stop and squeeze bust/
Funny how shit don't 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 I'm 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 can't 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 can't see the shit that your in/
I wana save all the cheerin but I'm 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/
That's why my odb be hangin out like rusty mufflers/

Don dolla dolla (???) not a nine ta fiver/
I love you boo don't 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/
I'm 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 that's gon save us/
We so caught up in tryin to get famous it's a shame but, can you blame us?/

Cuz takin in all these hardtimes keep on blindin our mind/
Why we don't wana be like god shoot for stars in the sky/
Niggaz determined to get rich I'm 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 don't 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 can't turn me down like that I'm 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