From 83rd street to way across town, cats knew how I got down,
cuz word got around, I was that robbery kid, with no gun and no
mask, catcha nigga out the door slippin, that’s your ass, didn’t
laugh much cuz I didn’t have much, life was like a stake, half
gas half clutch, meanin half good and half bad, it was good if I
caught a good vic, if I didn’t I was bad, took it out all my
records, I comes through and if niggaz was broke, I took watches
and cellulars, went to jail a few times but that didn’t stop me,
all it taught me was how not to be sloppy, an older cat robbed
me, when I was like 10, if anybody wanted to help, they should’ve
did it then, if they didn’t then all it did was release the
beast, so imma feast on whatever I come across in the
streets...
Like The Wind
(like the wind)
God Will Take
(god will take)
All My Sins
(all of my sins)
Blown Away
(will be, blown away)
Like The Wind
(like the wind)
Like The Wind
(like the wind)
Blown...
I had a, S on my chest, fuck the best, did robbery’s for some
cats and robbed the rest, other times I came through with just me
n my dog, and clear out the whole fuckin block cuz we went hard,
I’m back, some niggaz I knew but some niggaz I didn’t, I ain’t
give a fuck either way, it was no bullshittin, a cruddy nigga out
to get money, an’ a couple of slugs was the only thing anybody
took from me, run up on them cats smooth like, put it in his left
ear, gave up the money n the jewelery, or get left here, keep
thinkin it’s a game we’re playin let’s get popped, see how much
fun your havin when your heart beat stop, shut ‘em down, open up
shop, OH, NO, blew off a nigga top, somebody call the cops but
it’s too late, cuz imma hitchu in the face, and what kills you is
gonna be somethin that you aint...
Like The Wind
(like the wind)
God Will Take
(god will take)
All My Sins
(all of my sins)
Blown Away
(will be, blown away)
Like The Wind
(like the wind)
Like The Wind
(like the wind)
Blown...
If pain is love, why hide my pain with drugs, choke off haze,
sell addicts coke for days, same clothes no soap or shade, and I
still gotta gun on my hip, for your open grave, we used to get
robbery fix, until our man, got killed for his whip, on some
robbery shit, then I switched to the weed, and started sellin
crack, without will I pull the steel and put a shell up in your
back, I feel like all my life, I was held up in a trap, like if I
go to heaven, maybe hell will want me back, when all I really
want, is Spreewells up on the ‘lac, and a mono big sittin, wit a
head up in my lap, but since no dough don’t spin, and my pants
holes gots holes with them, I gotta fold ya men, it’s obvious im
in a house of sin, I wish I could open up the doors and let ‘em
blow with the wind...
Like The Wind
God Will Take
All My Sins
Blown Away
Like The Wind
Like The Wind
Blown...
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