Текст песни: Young Buck - Caught In The Wind
[D-Tay]
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 niggaz that chop
Cause in they mind, ain`t no dyin, niggaz 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 niggaz 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
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Didn`t think that I would make it this far, throwin rocks at the pen
Left niggaz 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
[Rizin Sun]
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
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
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
[Chorus]
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[D-Tay]
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 niggaz that chop
Cause in they mind, ain`t no dyin, niggaz 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 niggaz 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
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Didn`t think that I would make it this far, throwin rocks at the pen
Left niggaz 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
[Rizin Sun]
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
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
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
[Chorus]
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