Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Caught In The Wind, artist - Young Buck. Album song TIP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.11.2005
Record label: John Galt Entertainment
Song language: English
Caught In The Wind |
| Ay they can’t handle this one |
| This for the block nigga, what? |
| 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 niggas that chop |
| Cause in they mind, ain’t no dyin, niggas 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 niggas 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 |
| Didn’t think that I would make it this far, throwin rocks at the pen |
| Left niggas 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |