| Bone Thugs n Harmony
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| A yo we aint always been accepted like this till (Listen to the wind blow)
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| A nigga got dat Grammy
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| Open the door nigga,
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| Bone Thugs got a story that’s similar to Mike Jones
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| You can ask my homies
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| I’m memba back in the days they didn’t want me Now I blew up they all on me They smiles phony
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| Its hard to determine who really is rich or which of these niggas is fake
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| They tryna eat out of yo plate
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| And you cant get a break
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| Now how much can you take
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| For heavens sake
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| I cant wait they gone be
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| (Listening to the wind blow)
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| Sittin back blowin on indo
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| Waving wit my middle finger hangin out the window lets roll
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| Get yo muthafuckin hand out my pocket
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| Now they wanna be wit a nigga
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| Feel like we partnas
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| Nigga we was lookin for a deal and you dodged us Neva did call us Where was yo promise
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| But now we ridin by
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| (Listening to the wind blow)
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| Nigga to the real to the sets
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| When it comes to the streets
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| Livin peace so it can beat like a drum from the ghetto
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| Give all peace wont let is go Say we wouldn’t make it Now we some of the greatest
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| Bumpin through the trunk and yo ra yo radioooo
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| Yo don’t love me now
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| And you’ll never love me again
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| (You cant) you cant say it You would never
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| 4 tru thugs from the double glock
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| A nigga ready to rumble
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| When trouble nocks
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| 2 one way tickets straight off the block
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| We gonna this pay
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| Yall niggaz jus watch
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| ?All eyes on me?
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| Like my name is Pac
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| Fuckin hip hop clock
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| Gotta pass the glock
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| Takin drastic shots
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| Till these bastards stop
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| When the casket drop
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| I be mashin out
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| In brand new drop top flyin nigga
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| (Listening to wind blow)
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| Killin them niggaz witta automatic weapon
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| When they step up they get hit up wit the AK-47
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| Anybody tryna git the muthafuckin blessin
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| They betta not mess wit mine cuz im tellin
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| Any you niggaz run up again
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| That it aint no pretendin go for sin u gonna git in Boy you betta listen listen listen
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| (Listening to wind blow)
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| If you get a change of foot
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| Inch for inch
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| You betta do it do it Grab the game
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| Do it to it Chase to chase
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| But still hood
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| Live it or love it Dummies of the rocks
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| Duck up out of my hood hood hood
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| (Murder) mo murder them all
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| The wind blow
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| Never see me cuz I get ghost
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| So a nigga neva get close
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| I go fast or slow
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| No matter the tempo
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| Murda the instrumental
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| Murda the rhythm
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| I ride to the rhythm of murda
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| Its murda
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| This lyrical venom I serve a Gone kill? |
| um at minimal murda
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| Nigga burn some some
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| Stick wit rans dats? |
| that cash
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| Nigga you betta learn some (some some)
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| We got the hood hot lock
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| Even got the burbs bumpin bumpin
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| They probably tryna get in Don’t nobody wanna be left in the wind
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| Uh-oh
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| Niggaz that’s not tryna listen to Bone
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| The early bird get the worm
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| Take the game by the throat and squeeze
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| Till the muthafucka broke believe
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| Its murda we wrote
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| Its dope that we serve on the curb to the booth
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| These niggaz don’t feel it cuz we spit the truth
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| Aint never no fake and they got me to prove
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| Haters just hate and we do what we do Let? |
| um talk to you in the face
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| Only because we blew up in they face
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| If was Bone hurtin
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| If that was the case
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| I’ll probably go loco and catch me a case
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| Nigga jus move and give me some space
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| When I let the wind blow in my face
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| Nigga don’t quit till I finish the race
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| Number one is the place
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| Now we ridin by |