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From 8 n School 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 nigg* out the door slippin, thats your ass, didnt laugh much cuz I didnt have much, life was like a stick, half gas half clutch, meanin half good and half bad, it was good if I caught a good vic, if I didnt I was mad, took it out on my regulars, I comes through and if was broke, I took watches and cellulars, went to jail a few times but that didnt 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 shouldve did it then, if didnt 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, fk the vest, did robberys with some cats and robbed the rest, other times I came through with just me n my dog, and clear out the whole fkin block cuz we went hard, I bagged, some I knew but some I didnt, I aint give a fk either way, it was no bulls**ttin, a cruddy nigg* 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, give up the money n the jewelery, or get left here, keep thinkin its a game were playin lets get popped, see how much fun your havin when your heart beat stop, shut em down, open up shop, OH, NO, blew off a nigg* top, somebody call the cops but its 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 shave, and I still gotta gun on my hip, for your open grave, we used to get robbery vicks, until our man, got killed for his whip, on some robbery s**t, then I switched to the weed, and started sellin crack, but I will 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 model b*tch sittin, wit a head up in my lap, but since no dough dont spin, and my pants holes gots holes with them, I gotta fold ya men, its obvious im in a house of sin, I wish I could open up the doors and let em blow with wind...
Like The Wind
God Will Take
All My Sins
Blown Away
Like The Wind
Like The Wind
Blown...