Layzie Bone - Real Life lyrics

[Layzie] Bone Thug Nature, Naughty By Harmony.. yeah! [Treach] Forgive them father for they know not what they doin [Layzie] Treach in the motherf**in house [Bizzy] It's time to hit 'em with the real sh** [Layzie] Like Mo' Thug [Treach] We say we gonna get our money, Bone Bone Bone Bone [Hook One: Bizzy, Layzie] We been wheelin and dealin all our lives Money gon' make me crazy, Jesus Christ I see the light through Little Layzie's eyes, hope he can see 'em in mine This money gon' make me crazy, this money gon' make me crazy baby (Hard time hustlin) We been wheelin and dealin all our lives Money gon' make me crazy, Jesus Christ I see the light in Little Bizzy's eyes, hope he can see 'em in mine Money gon' make me crazy, money gon' make me crazy baby (hard time hustlin) [Layzie Bone] 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 it's the history let it repeat itself Treat yo'self, don't cheat yo'self To a life live long, watch yo' health Better yo'self and take care of yo'self Tell 'em to s** on these nuts Money don't grow on trees, what k**as will stop and squeeze, bust Funny how sh** don't ease up Strapped with the heat, live in the streets I gotta go get it whatever we need My wife and my seeds 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 dowwwwn What about the kids, the kids, the kids is straight Watch out my n***a we dominate Make it to where you can't concentrate Releasin it through when we bomb on hate Real life comin at ya, real life sh** can happen Real life talkin to ya - now holla at me! [Hook Two: Bizzy, Layzie] We been wheelin and dealin all our lives Money gon' make me crazy, Jesus Christ I see the light through Little Layzie's eyes, hope he can see 'em in mine This money gon' make me crazy, this money gon' make me crazy baby (Hard time hustlin) We been wheelin and dealin all our lives Money gon' make me crazy, Jesus Christ I see the light in Trigga Treach's eyes, hope he can see 'em in mine Money gon' make me crazy, money gon' make me crazy baby (hard time hustlin) [Treach] 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 dollars a dollars happen to happen to fall It'll be a click-plow click-plow, hunana, BRICK-BRACK to alla y'all I got my chrome, protect my dome, plus my mask and my mic I got my own version called the "Ghetto Pa**ion of Christ" n***as feel theyself too much, can't smell the sh** that you're in I wanna save all the chil'ren but I'm pissed like urine Whether it's telegraphic, tell a spy, tell a lie Tell the feds the revolution this time will be televised I keep it funky, f** ya hustler wit a musty hustler That's why my O.G.'s we be hangin out like rusty mothers Don-dotta-dolla, found a ground and not a nine-to-fiver I love you who don't want no more of that baby mama drama Haters call me, I hated all who try me, yeah! Whether you're bald or you're braided Parts them hustlas can NEVER fade it, c'mon [Hook Two] [Krayzie Bone] This life I'm livin got me ill, it's livin like every day I'm spendin my time preventin my mind from flippin and goin insane And now that we comin up in these last days We're livin the fast lane, it's only contributin to my bad ways This ain't even my life, cause I was supposed to be livin forever Right here in the flesh and not up in heaven Cause 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 get famous, it's a shame but, can you blame us? Cause, takin in all of these hard times keep on blindin all 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 So the question is - you wanna stay alive, or try to be wealthy? But nah [Bizzy Bone] What is you talkin about? Look at these motherf**ers in the streets, walkin around Assed out, scared of the winter in another abandoned house They don't know nothin 'bout random outs, see 'em my pitiful hand's 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 It's touchin everybody, includin the news and the rappin 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, y'all better read the Bible cause Y'all better know who wrote the scriptures, y'all better protect your souls Now the Bone is finally focused, pay attention to real talkin 7th Sign, Mo Thug, Thugline, still shinin on 'em [Hook One] - repeat 2X