From 80 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 nigga out the door slippin, that¡¯s your ass, didn¡¯t laugh much cuz I didn¡¯t 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 didn¡¯t I was mad, took it out on my regulars, 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, but they didn¡¯t n all it did was release the beast, so imma feast on whatever I come across in the streets...
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| 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...
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| I had a S on my chest, fuck the vest, did robbery¡¯s with 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 bagged, 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, give 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 ate...
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| 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...
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| 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 shit, 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 bitch 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 wind...
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| Like The Wind
| God Will Take
| All My Sins
| Blown Away
| Like The Wind
| Like The Wind
| Blown...
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| Blown Away
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