[Layzie Bone] 
Bone Thugs n Harmony 
A yo we ain't always been accepted like this till (listen to the wind blow) 
A nigga got that Grammy 
Open the door nigga, 

Bone Thugs got a story that’s similar to Mike Jones 
You can ask my homies 
I’m member back in the days they didn’t want me 
Now I blew up they all on me 
They smiles phony 
It's hard to determine who really is rich or which of these niggas is fake 
They tryna eat out of your plate 
And you can't get a break 
Now how much can you take 
For heaven's sake 
I can't wait they gone be 
(listening to the wind blow) 

[Krayzie Bone] 
Sitting back blowing on indo 
Waving with my middle finger hanging out the window lets roll 
Get your motherfucking hand out my pocket 
Now they wanna be with a nigga 
Feel like we partners 
Nigga we was looking for a deal and you dodged us 
Never did call us 
Where was your promise? 
But now we riding by 
(listening to the wind blow) 

[Wish Bone] 
Nigga to the real to the sets 
When it comes to the streets 
Living peace so it can beat like a drum from the ghetto 
Give all peace won't let is go 
Say we wouldn’t make it 
Now we some of the greatest 
Bumping through the trunk and yo ra yo radioooo 

[Chorus x2] 
You don’t love me now 
And you’ll never love me again 
(You can't) you can't say it 
You would never break the chain 
Never break the chain 

[Layzie Bone] 
For true thugs from the double glock 
A nigga ready to rumble 
When trouble nocks 
To one way tickets straight off the block 
We gonna this pay 
You all niggas just watch 
“All eyes on me” 
Like my name is Pac 
Fucking hip hop clock 
Gotta pass the glock 
Taking drastic shots 
Till these bastards stop 
When the casket drop 
I be mashing out 
In brand new drop top flying nigga 
(listening to wind blow) 

[Krayzie Bone] 
Killing them niggas with an automatic weapon 
When they step up 
they get hit up wit the AK-47 
Anybody tryna git the motherfucking blessing 
They better not mess with mine 'cause I'm telling 
Any you niggas run up again 
That it ain't no pretending go for sin you're gonna git in 
Boy you better listen listen listen 
(listening to wind blow) 

[Wish Bone] 
If you get a change of foot 
Inch for inch 
You better do it do it 
Grab the game 
Do it to it 
Chase to chase 
But still hood 
Live it or love it 
Dummies of the rocks 
Duck up out of my hood hood hood 

[Chorus x2] 

(Murder) mo murder them all [x4] 

[Krayzie Bone] 
? 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 murder 
It's murder 
This lyrical venom I serve a 
Gone kill ‘um at minimal murder 
Nigga burn some some 
Stick wit rans that's that cash 
Nigga you better learn some (some some) 
We got the hood hot lock 
Even got the burbs bumping bumping 
They probably tryna get in 
Don’t nobody wanna be left in the wind 

[Layzie Bone] 
Uh-oh 
Niggas that’s not tryna listen to Bone 
The early bird get the worm 
Take the game by the throat and squeeze 
Till the motherfucker broke believe 
It's murder we wrote 
It's dope that we serve on the curb to the booth 
These niggas don’t feel it 'cause we spit the truth 
Ain't never no fake and they got me to prove 
Haters just hate and we do what we do 

Let ‘um talk to you in the face 
Only because we blew up in they face 
If was Bone hurting 
If that was the case 
I’ll 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 is the place 

[Chorus x2] 

[Krayzie Bone] 
Now we riding by [x4]


                          Thanks to Adrina for these lyrics