Layzie Bone Follow

Caught Up lyrics

[Layzie]
Bone Thug Nature, Naughty By Harmony.

(Forgive them father they know not what they do)

[Layzie]
Yea. Treach in the Mothaf**kin 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/
im 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 dont cheat yoself to a life live low/

watch yo health, better yourself but takes care of yourself/
tellem to suck on these nuts, money dont grow on trees what/
killers will stop and squeeze bust/
funny how shit dont 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 im 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 cant 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 cant see the shit that your in/
i wana save all the cheerin but im 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 f**k ya hustla wit a muscly hustla/
thats why my odb be hangin out like rusty mufflers/

don dolla dolla (???) not a nine ta fiver/
i love u boo dont 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/

[Krayzie]
Hustlin,looks like me livin got me illin sinnin like everyday/
im 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 'cause i was supposed to be livin forever right here in the flesh/
and not up in heaven 'cause i know god gona make it better/
we runnin around chasin this paper like thats gon save us/
we so caught up in tryin to get famous its a shame but, can you blame us?/

'cause takin in all these hardtimes keep on blindin our mind/
why we dont wana be like god shoot for stars in the sky/
niggaz determined to get rich im 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 mothaerf**kers in the streets walkin around/
assed out, dead-an-widowed, another abandoned house/
they dont 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 cant turn me down like that im 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/