Wind Blow Lyrics - Strength And Loyalty - Bone Thugs N Harmony

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 

It's hard to determine who really is rich or which of these niggas is fake 

They tryna eat out of yo plate 

And you can't get a break 

Now how much can you take 

For heavens sake 

I can't wait they gone be 

(Listening to the wind blow) 

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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) 

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 won't let is go 

Say we wouldn't make it 

Now we some of the greatest 

Bumpin through the trunk and yo ra yo radioooo 

Photos 

And if don't love me now 

You'll never love me again 

I can still here you sayin' 

You must never 

Break the chain 

4 tru thugs from the double glock 

A nigga ready to rumble 

When trouble knocks 

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 cock 

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) 

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) 

If you get a change of foot 

Inch for inch 

Just do it do it 

Grab the game 

Do it to it it 

Chase to chase 

But still hood 

Live it or love it 

Dummies of the rocks 

Duck up out of my hood hood hood 

(Murder) mo murder them all 

So you felt like 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 grans dats, Stack 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 

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 

And if don't love me now 

You'll never love me again 

I can still hear you sayin' 

You must never 

Break the chain 

Now we ridin by