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Caught in the Wind
Young Buck
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50 Cent
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Ay, they can't handle this one (Young Buck)
This for the block, nigga
This is sick, bro
Represent on this motherfucker
T-I-P
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
Didn't think that I would make it this far, throwing rocks at the pen
Left niggas laying dead and I did it in sin
And I'd do it again, thugged out to the end
See, we gon' keep riding 'til we caught in the wind
Didn't think that I would make it this far, throwing rocks at the pen
Left niggas laying dead and I did it in sin
And I'd do it again, thugged out to the end
See, we gon' keep riding 'til we caught in the wind
Tornado winds got me caught in the streets
I can't take it or make it on my heart, it gets sweet
From simple pain that's included with my crooked lifestyle
Thinking if I wait a while I can break down and smile
But it ain't coming out of vain and there's no time soon
I keep my mug and my gun waiting for high noon
Twelve o'clock strike the clock and I'm laced with a clock
Uh-oh, I know I'm dreaming and I want it to stop
'Cause I'm tired of all this motherfucking tossing and turning
With the things that I'm learning, I know my heart should be yearning
For sunny days, better ways and a clear blue skies
And not the clouds and the wind to blow the dust in your eyes
Or block the visions of the missus that you're missing
But you can hear the hints through the wind if you listen
So listen up good 'cause now it's coming to an end
I say it again, my nigga, that I'm caught in the wind
Didn't think that I would make it this far, throwing rocks at the pen
Left niggas laying dead and I did it in sin
And I'd do it again, thugged out to the end
See, we gon' keep riding 'til we caught in the wind
Didn't think that I would make it this far, throwing rocks at the pen
Left niggas laying dead and I did it in sin
And I'd do it again, thugged out to the end
See, we gon' keep riding 'til we caught in the wind
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 occasion 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
Didn't think that I would make it this far, throwing rocks at the pen
Left niggas laying dead and I did it in sin
And I'd do it again, thugged out to the end
See, we gon' keep riding 'til we caught in the wind
Didn't think that I would make it this far, throwing rocks at the pen
Left niggas laying dead and I did it in sin
And I'd do it again, thugged out to the end
See, we gon' keep riding 'til we caught in the wind
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