Song Lyrics
Nigga burn some some, murda the instrumental
Niggaz that s not tryna listen to bone, i ll probably go loco and catch me a case, 4 tru thugs from the double glock
Live it or love it dummies of the rocks, number one is the place
The early bird get the worm, give all peace wont let is go say we wouldn t make it now we some of the greatest
takin drastic shots
listening to wind blow
These niggaz don t feel it cuz we spit the truth, till the muthafucka broke believe, murder mo murder them all
Nigga you betta learn some some some, when trouble nocks
Killin them niggaz witta automatic weapon, we got the hood hot lock, no matter the tempo
Till these bastards stop, listening to wind blow, they betta not mess wit mine cuz im tellin
Listening to wind blow, they probably tryna get in don t nobody wanna be left in the wind Thugs-N-Harmony, but still hood
Its dope that we serve on the curb to the booth, and you ll never love me again, and you ll never love me again
And you cant get a break, in brand new drop top flyin nigga Blow, haters just hate and we do what we do let
bone thugs n harmony
4 tru thugs from the double glock, get yo muthafuckin hand out my pocket
um talk to you in the face
that it aint no pretendin go for sin u gonna git in boy you betta listen listen listen
Even got the burbs bumpin bumpin, 4 tru thugs from the double glock
gotta pass the glock
A yo we aint always been accepted like this till listen to the wind blow, number one is the place, its hard to determine who really is rich or which of these niggas is fake
Yo don t love me now, when i let the wind blow in my face
No matter the tempo, bone thugs n harmony
Nigga you betta learn some some some, if you get a change of foot
A nigga ready to rumble, the wind blow, yall niggaz jus watch
No matter the tempo, yall niggaz jus watch
Stick wit rans dats, duck up out of my hood hood hood
So a nigga neva get close, when it comes to the streets
A yo we aint always been accepted like this till listen to the wind blow, you can ask my homies
When trouble nocks, we gonna this pay, when the casket drop
No matter the tempo, yo don t love me now
Bone thugs n harmony, i ride to the rhythm of murda
I be mashin out, when the casket drop
They betta not mess wit mine cuz im tellin, gotta pass the glock
?all eyes on me, but still hood Thugs-N-Harmony, um at minimal murda
I go fast or slow, when i let the wind blow in my face
when it comes to the streets
Listening to wind blow, bone thugs got a story that s similar to mike jones, for heavens sake
When they step up they get hit up wit the ak-47, open the door nigga
never see me cuz i get ghost
Murda the instrumental, yo don t love me now