[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 I can still hear you saying You would never break the chain.
[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