Wind Blow

[Intro: Layzie Bone] Bone Thugs-N-Harmony Aiyyo we ain't always been accepted like this 'Til a nigga got that Grammy {"Listen to the wind blowwwwww" - Fleetwood Mac} Open the do' nigga [Layzie Bone] Bone Thugs got a story that's similar to Mike Jones You can ask my homies I remember back in the days when they didn't want me Now I blew up they all on me They smiles phony, it's hard to determine who really is wit'chu These niggas is fake They tryin to eat out of yo' plate and you can't get a break Now how much can you take, for heaven's sakes I can't wait, they got me listenin {"Listen to the wind blowwwwww"} [Krayzie Bone] Sittin back blowin on my indo Rollin with my middle finger hangin out the window, let's roll Get your motherfuckin hand out my pocket Now you wanna be a nigga friend like we partners Nigga we was lookin for a deal and you dodged us Never did call us, what was yo' problem? But now we ridin by Listen to the wind blow {"Listen to the wind blowwwwww"} [Wish Bone] Niggas tell the real from the fake when it comes from the streets Live in peace like a beat, like a drum from the ghetto (ghetto) Give us our peace, won't let it go (let it go) Said we wouldn't make it now we some of the greatest Bumpin through yo' trunks and yo' radio, radio! [Hook 2X: sample of "The Chain" by Fleetwood Mac] And if you don't love me now You will never love me again I can still hear you saying You would never break the chain (never break the chain) [Layzie Bone] Fo' true thugs from the Double-Glock A nigga ready to rumble when the trouble knocks Took one-way tickets straight off the block We gon' make this pay, y'all niggas just watch +All Eyez on Me+ like my name was 'Pac Fuckin hip-hop cop got a plastic Glock I'm takin drastic shots 'til these bastards stop When the casket drop, I'll be mashin out In a brand new drop-top Fire, nigga Listenin to the wind {"Listen to the wind blowwwwww"} [Krayzie Bone] Killin a nigga with an automatic weapon When they step up they get hit up with a AK-47 Everybody's tryin to get a nigga with a blessin They better not mess with mine cause I'm tellin All you niggas from the beginnin, that it ain't no pretendin Conversate you gon' get in You better listen, listen, listen {"Listen to the wind blowwwwww"} [Wish Bone] If you get it take it to the fullest inch for inch just do it, do it Grab the game do it to it, to it Chasin change but still, hood - live it or love it Diamonds in the rough, don't come by to my hood, hood, hood [Hook] [Interlude: Krayzie Bone] Murderous ways (murder dem, murder dem, all) In ev-ery way (murder dem, murder dem, all) In the early days (murder dem, murder dem, all) Controversial (murder dem, murder dem, all) [Krayzie Bone] See me flow like the wind blow, never see me cause I get ghost So a nigga never get close, I go fast or slow no matter the tempo Murder the instrumental, murder the rhythm I run to the rhythm of murda, it's murda This lyrical venom I serve up, gon' kill 'em at minimal murder Nigga burn somethin (some'n) stick with Granddaddy, stack cash Nigga you better learn some'n (some'n) we got the hood hot locked Even got the 'burbs bumpin - everybody tryin to get in Don't nobody wanna be left in the wind (nope nope nope nope) [Layzie Bone] Uh-uh, nigga better not try to miss the boat The early bird get the worm, took the game by the throat And squeezed, 'til the motherfucker broke Believe, it's murder we wrote It's dope that we serve from the curb to the booth These niggas gon' feel it cause we spit the truth Ain't never no fakin, that Grammy the proof Haters just hatin we do what we do {"And if..."} Let 'em talk 'til they blue in the face Only because we blew up in they face If Bone was hurtin if that was the case I'd probably go loco and catch me a case Nigga just move, and give me some space When I let the wind, blow in my face Nigga don't quit 'til I finish the race Number One in the place, better make no mistakes [Hook] [Outro: Krayzie Bone] And now we ridin by And now we ridin by Now we ridin by Now we ridin by