Caught In The Wind Lyrics - T.i.p. - Young Buck

(feat. D-Tay, Rizin Sun) 

Ay they can't handle this one 

This for the block nigga, what? 

(D-Tay) 

I make one move, hit your block, and your whole spot hot 

Uh-huh, if you're lucky have your whole block cocked 

Now I ain't sayin that's gon' stop all my niggaz that chop 

Cause in they mind, ain't no dyin, niggaz flip to get flopped 

Shootin more than 50 shots and my heart catch not 

When the gunfire a-start it ain't no callin the cops 

Besides, you started beef, I'm just bringin it back 

All my niggaz you hunt around so what you packin a gat? 

Just leave that where it's at, or leave here on your back 

Make one move like you're reachin and I'm leavin you flat 

Warnings I'm givin you, but you never did listen 

So I'm spittin Smith & Wessons 'til they out of ammunition 

I'm clip totin, holdin rollin with my cousin Priest 

I'm back, and ridin in the candy painted 'llac 

We max, and gettin all these hoes for they cheese 

We jack, and gettin all these ballers for they ki's 

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(Chorus: repeat 2X) 

Didn't think that I would make it this far, throwin rocks at the pen 

Left niggaz layin dead and I did it in sin 

And I'd do it again, thugged out 'til the end 

Still we gon' keep ridin 'til we caught in the wind 

(Rizin Sun) 

Nigga I'm gon' make it if I gotta rob and steal 

Cock back my grill, let 'em know this burner's for real 

When the coast is cleared that's when I plan my escape 

Wanted in 50 states, my first shot is debate 

Don't be late, Buck we got hits to make 

50 is you with me, if they really want me they'd come and get me 

Now I'm a fugitive on the run, killers don't leave home 

Without the gun, blaze one 

They got me nationwide all over the world they tryin to turn me in 

But the pearls, I think ahead on that 

Fuck the pen, I'm tryin to see my money stacks 

If you lookin for me I'm where the ballers at 

Drinkin Cristal gettin smoked out 

Try not to take the bar out, but they done, tapped my house 

I'm goin all out, got me on some major shit 

Dressed in black, when I attack, please believe that 

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(Chorus) 

(Young Buck) 

I need to get my hands on somethin, I suggest you play it low 

Get your last words in when the soldier's rag over my nose 

Look the anger done build up, I'm damn near about to blow 

Tryin to unhook a time bomb when I'm right at zero 

Fuck a stolen vehicle, we gon' pull up in luxury 

Bubbilize somethin, survive nigga you're lucky 

When shit get ugly, bustin e'rythang that rush me 

Swingin this fuckin chopper 'til my arms get musty 

This occassion calls for military issue buddy 

My fetti took a slight fall now y'all gon' be bloody 

Young Buck, a.k.a. Frank Nitti of the city 

Ain't fakin none to DT's, you got it then come and get me 

But the form I come in, I swear it's hard to hit me 

Not a face bein shown, just a chrome tucked in my dickies 

(Chorus)