Wind Blow lyrics

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

A yo we aint always been accepted like this till (Listen to the wind blow)

A nigga got dat Grammy

Open the door nigga,

Bone Thugs got a story that's similar to Mike Jones

You can ask my homies

I'm memba back in the days they didn't want me

Now I blew up they all on me

They smiles phony

Its hard to determine who really is rich or which of these niggas is fake

They tryna eat out of yo plate

And you cant get a break

Now how much can you take

For heavens sake

I cant wait they gone be

(Listening to the wind blow)

Sittin' back blowin' on indo

Waving wit my middle finger hangin' out the window lets roll

Get yo muthafuckin' hand out my pocket

Now they wanna be wit a nigga

Feel like we partnas

Nigga we was lookin for a deal and you dodged us

Neva did call us

Where was yo promise

But now we ridin' by

(Listening to the wind blow)

Nigga to the real to the sets

When it comes to the streets

Livin' peace so it can beat like a drum from the ghetto

Give all peace wont let is go

Say we wouldn't make it

Now we some of the greatest

Bumpin' through the trunk and yo ra yo radioooo

Yo don't love me now

And you'll never love me again

(You cant) you cant say it

You would never

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For tru thugs from the double glock

A nigga ready to rumble

When trouble nocks

Two one way tickets straight off the block

We gonna this pay

Yall niggaz jus watch

'All eyes on me'

Like my name is Pac

Fuckin' hip hop clock

Gotta pass the glock

Takin' drastic shots

Till these bastards stop

When the casket drop

I be mashin' out

In brand new drop top flyin' nigga

(Listening to wind blow)

Killin' them niggaz witta automatic weapon

When they step up

They get hit up wit the AK-47

Anybody tryna git the muthafuckin' blessin'

They betta not mess wit mine cuz I'm tellin'

Any you niggaz run up again

That it ain't no pretendin' go for sin u gonna git in

Boy you betta listen listen listen

(Listening to wind blow)

If you get a change of foot

Inch for inch

You betta do it do it

Grab the game

Do it to it

Chase to chase

But still hood

Live it or love it

Dummies of the rocks

Duck up out of my hood hood hood

mo murder them all [x4]

? The wind blow

Never see me cuz I get ghost

So a nigga neva get close

I go fast or slow

No matter the tempo

Murda the instrumental

Murda the rhythm

I ride to the rhythm of murda

Its murda

This lyrical venom I serve a

Gone kill 'um at minimal murda

Nigga burn some some

Stick wit rans dats' that cash

Nigga you betta learn some (some some)

We got the hood hot lock

Even got the burbs bumpin' bumpin'

They probably tryna get in

Don't nobody wanna be left in the wind

Uh-oh

Niggaz that's not tryna listen to Bone

The early bird get the worm

Take the game by the throat and squeeze

Till the muthafucka broke believe

Its murda we wrote

Its dope that we serve on the curb to the booth

These niggaz don't feel it cuz we spit the truth

Aint never no fake and they got me to prove

Haters just hate and we do what we do

Let 'um talk to you in the face

Only because we blew up in they face

If was Bone hurtin'

If that was the case

I'll probably go loco and catch me a case

Nigga jus move and give me some space

When I let the wind blow in my face

Nigga don't quit till I finish the race

Number one is the place

Now we ridin by [Repeat x4]

• Artist:Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
• Album:Strength & Loyalty