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 Explain Request ×

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