bone thugs-n-harmony
wind blow
 bone thugs n harmony a yo we ain't always been accepted like this till a nigga got that grammy open the door nigga bone thugs got a story that's similar to mike jones you can ask my homies i'm member back in the days they didn't want me now i blew up they all on me they smiles phony it's hard to determine who really is rich or which of these niggas is fake they tryna eat out of your plate and you can't get a break now how much can you take for heaven's sake i can't wait they gone be sitting back blowing on indo waving with my middle finger hanging out the window lets roll get your motherfucking hand out my pocket now they wanna be with a nigga feel like we partners nigga we was looking for a deal and you dodged us never did call us where was your promise? but now we riding by nigga to the real to the sets when it comes to the streets living peace so it can beat like a drum from the ghetto give all peace won't let is go say we wouldn't make it now we some of the greatest bumping through the trunk and yo ra yo radioooo you don't love me now and you'll never love me again you can't say it you would never break the chain never break the chain for true thugs from the double glock a nigga ready to rumble when trouble nocks to one way tickets straight off the block we gonna this pay you all niggas just watch "all eyes on me" like my name is pac fucking hip hop clock gotta pass the glock taking drastic shots till these bastards stop when the casket drop i be mashing out in brand new drop top flying nigga killing them niggas with an automatic weapon when they step up they get hit up wit the ak-47 anybody tryna git the motherfucking blessing they better not mess with mine 'cause i'm telling any you niggas run up again that it ain't no pretending go for sin you're gonna git in boy you better listen listen listen if you get a change of foot inch for inch you better 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,? 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 ride to the rhythm of murder it's murder this lyrical venom i serve a gone kill 'um at minimal murder nigga burn some some stick wit rans that's that cash nigga you better learn some we got the hood hot lock even got the burbs bumping bumping they probably tryna get in don't nobody wanna be left in the wind uh-oh niggas that's not tryna listen to bone the early bird get the worm take the game by the throat and squeeze till the motherfucker broke believe it's murder we wrote it's dope that we serve on the curb to the booth these niggas don't feel it 'cause we spit the truth ain't 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 hurting if that was the case i'll 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 till i finish the race number one is the place now we riding by