Bone Thugs-N-Harmony...Ayo 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 remember back in the days when they didn't want me
Now I blew up they all on me, they smile's phony
It's hard to determine who really is which of these niggas is fake
They try to eat outta ya plate and you can't get a break
Now how much can you take? for Heavens sakes
I cant wait they got me listenin' to the (wind blooowwwww)
Sittin' back, rollin' up my endo, rollin' with my middle finger hangin' out the window,
Let's roll Get ya motha f**kin' hand out my pocket
Now they 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 your problem?
But now we ridin' by, listen to the wind blow (wind blooowwww)
Niggas tell the real from the fake when it comes from the streets
Livin' peace like a beat, like a drum from the ghetto (ghetto)
Get us our peace wont let it go Said we wouldn't make it
Now we some of the greatest bumpin' through your trunks and your radio (radio)..
Chorus:
If you don't love me now, you will never love me again I can still hear you sayin', you must never break the chain...
Four true thugs from the double glock, a nigga ready to rumble when the trouble knocks
Took a one way ticket straight off the block We gon' make the pay yall niggas just watch
All eyes on me like my name was Pac F**k a hip-hop cop
Got a plastic glock I'm takin' drastic shots 'till these bastards stop When the casket drop
I be mashin' out in a brand new drop top flyin' nigga...listenin' to the (wind bloooowwwww)
Killin' a nigga like a automatic weapon
When they step up they get hit with a AK-47 Everybody tryna get a nigga with a blessin'
They better not mess with mine, 'cause I'm tellin' All you niggas from the beginnin'
That ain't no pretendin' conversate you gon' get it
You betta listen (listen...listen) (listen to the wind blooowwwww)
If you get it take it to the fullest just for ish
Just do it, do it Grab the game do it, to it, to it Chasin' chains, but still hood
Dammit I love it, diamonds in the rough Don't come by to my hood (hood..hood..)..
Chorus:
Murderous ways (murda them all) In every way (murda them all) In the early days (murda them all) controversial (murda them all)
So you 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 ride to the rhythm of murda it's murda
This lyrical venom I serve up gon kill 'em admittable murda
Nigga burn some, stick with granddaddy n stack cash/ Nigga you better learn some
We got the hood hot locked, even got the burbs bumpin'
Everybody tryna get in, don't nobody wanna be left in the wind (the wind..)
Uh uh..(uh..uh) nigga better not try to miss the boat The early bird get the worm
Took the game by the throat..and squeezed 'Till the muthaf**ka broke Believe, it's murda we wrote
It's dope that we serve on the curve to the booth
These niggas gon' feel it 'cause we spit the truth
Ain't never no fakin' that Grammy to prove
Haters just hatin' we do what we do
Let 'em we talk 'till we 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 'till I finish the race, number one in the place betta make no mistake..
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