You've never seen us like this before So step out of your normal shoes it time to lose your Mind in this time it crisscross through the lines People
It's a hell up in Harlem, fuck it, another day Another dollar, wake up, to the barking from the rottweilers Pull the collars, make 'em sit for the godfather
that has been driving you on and on Note my blue sky, hanging over your head Know my blue skies hanging over you, you Come on, Floyd Shoot em up and shoot em down Cut down
I took a trip to the other side of town, yeah, yeah, yeah You know I heard that boogie rhythm, hey I had no choice but to get down, down, down, down
It's goin' down, yo the girl got a gun, best run Because she's quick to flip and empty out the clip And make a man understand where she's comin' from
Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Verse 1: Yea, feel the wind
Yea For Zane, my future Hook: Man I feel like a runaway slave Can?t calm down Never gon behave My back to the wind My spirit in the sky I?m never giving
tank up, dang near drank up all the beer we bought The trucks done covered up in mud, can?t see a drop of paint Down to three dollars, Lord a whole lotta hell
who licks the blades of his chainsaws While he dips 'em in P.F. Chang's sauce Game's up, homie, hang it up like some crank calls You think I'm backing down
But I don't go around fire expecting not to sweat And these niqqas know I lay 'em down, make you beg Bitches, try to kick me while I'm down, I'll break
you?re out there The wind comes down and all our youth is in loose pages The wind appeared like you and left
'll faint to black out from the infernal pain Twisting,jerking the shiest move Your teeth are breaking loose crushed and splintering into your mouth Winding down
from the flames will grow Till things we've never seen Will seem familiar Shadows of a sailor, forming winds Both foul and fair all swarm Down in Carlisle
Ring your bell change your number Run like hell you can't hide from thunder, oh no Ring your bell get in the wind You and me gonna make some medicine
the trigger You've got to follow through, struggle to complete your dreams No weapon formed against prospers 54:17 From Isaiah lay a nigga down and
I was thinking to myself this could be Heaven or this could be Hell Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor
don't want it, who want it? How could it be mine and I'm still hungry, still hungry Lost and lonely, so I holler at the voices of the wind as a friend
