[Layzie Bone]

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) 



[Krayzie Bone]

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) 



[Wish Bone]

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



[Chorus x2]

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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[Layzie Bone]   

4 tru thugs from the double glock

A nigga ready to rumble 

When trouble nocks

2 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)

 

[Krayzie Bone]

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 im tellin 

Any you niggaz run up again 

That it aint 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 x2]



(Murder) mo murder them all [x4]



[Krayzie Bone]

? 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



[Layzie Bone]

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 



[Chorus x2]



[Krayzie Bone]

Now we ridin by [x4]