Through the weather the storms, my n***a will always be my n***a Through the weather the storms... Through the weather the storms, my n***a will always be my n***a Through the weather the storms... Through the weather the storms... My n***a will always be my n***a Through the weather the storms... There was a thug I knew in Cleveland, strugglin hard to survive He wanted the finer things in life, whatever the streets could provide Hooked up with the k**ers slash dealers started to grind and reside Slept on the streets and stayed on the block with a bottle of rocks and a nine Gathered his homies, started a crew, stood on the corners in sloo Way back in 1989 when they wore flats in they shoes Before there was Had him a gun in the bag with his books and took it to cla** and he'd shoot Whoo, suddenly he was the man, everyone knew he was gettin that money Brand new j**elry, bought him a car at 14, and everything lovely Had him a stash, dreams of upper cla**, cash in his pocket to spend Had it so good, had it so hood, man I wish I'da been there And one day, the po'-po' was on him, he couldn't escape even though he was quick They offered a deal, but just like a thug, he was what he was, he wasn't no snitch He went to jail, did all of his time, back in the Cleveland, this time with a dream He started a group called Bone Thugs and wanted all of us on his team That's my n***a