-Layzie Bone- Bone Thugs-N-Harmony...Ayo we ain´t always been accepted like this, ´till a nigga got that Grammy...open the door nigga.
-Layzie Bone- Bone Thugs got a story that´s similar to Mike Jones, you can ask my homies/ I remember back in the days when they didn´t want me/ Now I blew up they all on me, they smile´s phony/ It´s hard to determine who really is which of these niggas is fake/ They try to eat outta ya plate and you can´t get a break/ now how much can you take? for Heavens sakes/ I cant wait they got me listenin´ to the (wind blooowwwww)
-Krayzie- Sittin´ back, rollin´ up my endo, rollin´ with my middle finger hangin´ out the window, let´s roll/ Get ya motha fuckin´ hand out my pocket/ Now they wanna be a nigga friend like we partners/ Nigga we was lookin´ for a deal and you dodged us/ Never did call us what was your problem?/ But now we ridin´ by, listen to the wind blow (wind blooowwww)
-Wish- Niggas tell the real from the fake when it comes from the streets/ Livin´ peace like a beat, like a drum from the ghetto (ghetto)/ Get us our peace wont let it go/ Said we wouldn´t make it/ Now we some of the greatest bumpin´ through your trunks and your radio (radio)..
-Sample- Chorus: If you don´t love me now, you will never love me again/ I can still hear you sayin´, you must never break the chain...
-Layzie Bone- Four true thugs from the double glock, a nigga ready to rumble when the trouble knocks/ Took a one way ticket straight off the block/ We gon´ make the pay yall niggas just watch/ All eyes on me like my name was Pac/ Fuck a hip-hop cop, got a plastic glock/ I´m takin´ drastic shots ´till these bastards stop/ When the casket drop I be mashin´ out/ In a brand new drop top flyin´ nigga...listenin´ to the (wind bloooowwwww)
-Krayzie- Killin´ a nigga like a automatic weapon, when they step up they get hit with a AK-47/ Everybody tryna get a nigga with a blessin´/ They better not mess with mine, ´cause I´m tellin´/ All you niggas from the beginnin´, that ain´t no pretendin´ conversate you gon´ get it/ You betta listen (listen...listen) (listen to the wind blooowwwww)
-Wish- If you get it take it to the fullest just for ish, just do it, do it/ Grab the game do it, to it, to it/ Chasin´ chains, but still hood/ Dammit I love it, diamonds in the rough/ Don´t come by to my hood (hood..hood..)..
-Chorus-
-Krayzie- Murderous ways (murda them all)/ In every way (murda them all)/ In the early days (murda them all)/ controversial (murda them all)
-Krayzie Bone- So you flow like the wind blow never see me ´cause I get-ghost, so a nigga never get close/ I go fast or slow, no matter the tempo, murder the instrumental, murder the rhythm/ I ride to the rhythm of murda it´s murda/ This lyrical venom I serve up gon kill ´em admittable murda/ Nigga burn some, stick with granddaddy n stack cash/ Nigga you better learn some/ We got the hood hot locked, even got the birds bumpin´/ Everybody tryna get in, don´t nobody wanna be left in the wind (the wind..)
-Layzie Bone- Uh uh..(uh..uh) nigga better not try to miss the boat/ The early bird get the worm, took the game by the throat..and squeezed/ ´Till the muthafucka broke/ Believe, it´s murda we wrote/ It´s dope that we serve on the curve to the booth/ These niggas gon´ feel it ´cause we spit the truth/ Ain´t never no fakin´ that Grammy to prove/ Haters just hatin´ we do what we do/ Let ´em we talk ´till we blue in the face/ Only because we blew up in they face/ If Bone was hurtin´, if that was the case/ I´d probably go loco and catch me a case/ Nigga just move and give me some space/ When I let the wind blow in my face/ Nigga don´t quit ´till I finish the race/ number one in the place betta make no mistake..