Got to Hold On (Explicit)

Bone Thug Nature Naughty by Harmony

Forgive them father for they know not what they doin

Treach in the motherf**kin house

It's time to hit em with the real s**t

Like Mo' Thug we fenna get our money bone bone bone bone

We been wheelin n dealin all our lives

Money gon make me crazy jesus christ

I see the light through little Layzie's eyes

Hope he can see him in mine

This money gon make me crazy this money gon make me crazy baby

Hard time hustlin

We been wheelin n dealin all our lives

Money gon make me crazy jesus christ

I see the light in little Bizzy's eyes

Hope he can see him in mine

Money gon make me crazy money gon make me crazy baby

Hard time hustlin

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 its the history let it repeat itself

Treat yourself don't cheat yourself

To a life live long watch your health better yourself and take care of yourself

Tell em to suck on these nuts money don't grow on trees what

Killas will stop and squeeze bust

Funny how s**t don't ease up

Strapped with the heat live in the streets

I gotta go get it whatever we need

My wife and my seed 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 down

What about the kids the kids the kids is great

Watch out my n***a we dominate

Make it to where you can't concentrate

Releasing it through when we bomb on hate

Real life comin atcha real life s**t can happen real life talkin to ya

Now holla at me

We been wheelin n dealin all our lives

Money gon make me crazy jesus christ

I see the light through little Layzie's eyes

Hope he can see him in mine

This money gon make me crazy this money gon make me crazy baby

Hard time hustlin

We been wheelin n dealin all our lives

Money gon make me crazy jesus christ

I see the light in Trigga Treach's eyes

Hope he can see him in mine

Money gon make me crazy money gon make me crazy baby

Hard time hustlin

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 dollas a dollas happen to happen to fall

It'll be a plick plow plick plow hunana brick brack to alla yall

I got my chrome protect my dome plus my mask and my mic

I got my own version called the Ghetto Passion of Christ

N***as feel theyself too much can't smell the s**t that you're in

I wanna save all the children but I'm pissed like urine

With these telegraphic tell a spy tell a lie

Tell the feds the revolution this time will be televised

I keep it funky f**k ya hustla wit a musty hussa

That's why my O Gs we be hangin out like rusty mothas

Don dotta dolla found a ground and not a nine to five a

I love you who don't want no more of that baby mamma drama

Haters call me I hated all who try me yea

Whether you're bald or you're braided parts

Them hustlas can never fade it come on

This life I'm livin got me ill its livin like everyday

I'm spendin my time preventin my mind from flippin and goin insane

And now that we comin up on these last days we're livin the fast lane

Its only contributing to my bad ways

This ain't 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 gon make it better

We runnin around chasin this paper like that's gon save us

We so caught up in tryin to be famous

Its a shame but can you blame us cuz

Takin in all of these hard times keep me blind and on 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

What is you talkin about

Look at these motherf**kas in the streets walkin around assed out

Scared of the winter in another abandoned house

They don't know nothin about random outs

See em my pitiful hand is 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

Its touchin everbody including the news and the rapping

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 yall better read the Bible cause

Yall better know who wrote the scriptures yall better protect your souls

Now the Bone is finally focused

Pay attention to real talkin

7th Sign Mo Thug Thug Line still shinin on em