Bone Thugs-n-harmony - Wind Blow lyrics

[Layzie Bone] Bone Thugs-N-Harmony A yo we aint always been accepted like this till (Listen to the wind blow) A n***a got dat Grammy Open the door n***a, 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 n***as 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) [Krayzie Bone] Sittin' back blowin' on indo Waving wit my middle finger hangin' out the window lets roll Get yo muthaf**in' hand out my pocket Now they wanna be wit a n***a Feel like we partnas n***a 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) [Wish Bone] n***a 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 [Chorus:Repeat x2] Yo don't love me now And you'll never love me again (You cant) you cant say it You would never ? [Layzie Bone] For tru thugs from the double glock A n***a ready to rumble When trouble nocks Two one way tickets straight off the block We gonna this pay Yall n***az jus watch 'All eyes on me' Like my name is Pac f**in' hip hop clock Gotta pa** the glock Takin' drastic shots Till these ba*tards stop When the casket drop I be mashin' out In brand new drop top flyin'n***a (Listening to wind blow) [Krayzie Bone] k**in' them n***az witta automatic weapon When they step up They get hit up wit the AK-47 Anybody tryna git the muthaf**in' blessin' They betta not mess wit mine cuz I'm tellin' Any you n***az 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) [Wish Bone] 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 [Chorus:Repeat x2] (Murder) mo murder them all [x4] [Krayzie Bone] ? The wind blow Never see me cuz I get ghost So a n***a 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 k** 'um at minimal murda n***a burn some some Stick wit rans dats' that cash n***a 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 [Layzie Bone] Uh-oh n***az that's not tryna listen to Bone The early bird get the worm Take the game by the throat and squeeze Till the muthaf**a broke believe Its murda we wrote Its dope that we serve on the curb to the booth These n***az 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 n***a jus move and give me some space When I let the wind blow in my face n***a don't quit till I finish the race Number one is the place [Chorus:Repeat x2] [Krayzie Bone] Now we ridin by [Repeat x4]