| Ay they can’t handle this one
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| This for the block nigga, what?
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| I make one move, hit your block, and your whole spot hot
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| Uh-huh, if you’re lucky have your whole block cocked
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| Now I ain’t sayin that’s gon' stop all my niggas that chop
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| Cause in they mind, ain’t no dyin, niggas flip to get flopped
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| Shootin more than 50 shots and my heart catch not
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| When the gunfire a-start it ain’t no callin the cops
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| Besides, you started beef, I’m just bringin it back
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| All my niggas you hunt around so what you packin a gat?
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| Just leave that where it’s at, or leave here on your back
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| Make one move like you’re reachin and I’m leavin you flat
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| Warnings I’m givin you, but you never did listen
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| So I’m spittin Smith & Wessons 'til they out of ammunition
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| I’m clip totin, holdin rollin with my cousin Priest
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| I’m back, and ridin in the candy painted 'llac
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| We max, and gettin all these hoes for they cheese
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| We jack, and gettin all these ballers for they ki’s
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| Didn’t think that I would make it this far, throwin rocks at the pen
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| Left niggas layin dead and I did it in sin
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| And I’d do it again, thugged out 'til the end
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| Still we gon' keep ridin 'til we caught in the wind
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| Nigga I’m gon' make it if I gotta rob and steal
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| Cock back my grill, let 'em know this burner’s for real
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| When the coast is cleared that’s when I plan my escape
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| Wanted in 50 states, my first shot is debate
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| Don’t be late, Buck we got hits to make
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| 50 is you with me, if they really want me they’d come and get me
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| Now I’m a fugitive on the run, killers don’t leave home
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| Without the gun, blaze one
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| They got me nationwide all over the world they tryin to turn me in
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| But the pearls, I think ahead on that
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| Fuck the pen, I’m tryin to see my money stacks
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| If you lookin for me I’m where the ballers at
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| Drinkin Cristal gettin smoked out
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| Try not to take the bar out, but they done, tapped my house
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| I’m goin all out, got me on some major shit
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| Dressed in black, when I attack, please believe that
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| I need to get my hands on somethin, I suggest you play it low
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| Get your last words in when the soldier’s rag over my nose
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| Look the anger done build up, I’m damn near about to blow
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| Tryin to unhook a time bomb when I’m right at zero
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| Fuck a stolen vehicle, we gon' pull up in luxury
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| Bubbilize somethin, survive nigga you’re lucky
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| When shit get ugly, bustin e’rythang that rush me
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| Swingin this fuckin chopper 'til my arms get musty
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| This occassion calls for military issue buddy
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| My fetti took a slight fall now y’all gon' be bloody
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| Young Buck, a.k.a. Frank Nitti of the city
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| Ain’t fakin none to DT’s, you got it then come and get me
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| But the form I come in, I swear it’s hard to hit me
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| Not a face bein shown, just a chrome tucked in my dickies |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Caught In The Wind , by - Young Buck. Song from the album TIP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп