(feat. Ali Vegas, Eyeslow, L.S.) [Intro: Eyeslow (sample)] (If you got something to say Why don't you just come out and say it) Brother's grave... hey let me tell you something Knawhatimean, we up in here, man Favorite the rapper, of favorite the rapper Like my nigga Ali Vegas would say, youknowhatimsayin If your ghost writer's ghost writer, ask around [Chorus x2: L.S.] When the wind blows And we know, you ain't gon' find ya way home Storm gets cold Try'nna see through rain, hail, sleet, snow [Eyeslow] From off the devil's ledge Come the throughbread, dagger double edge Hammer sledge, can't be no rap Quentin Tarantino Rhymin' like G and Nino, I'm convinced, I'm the best Spittin' none to less, fuck the rest, I'm unimpressed Don't make me get the gun and vest, and make examples I used to make samples, and pass them out Now I keep the ratchet by the pillow when I'm crashin' out So I'm never caught sleepin', get caught creepin' and that ass is out Eyeslow's the name, the ruger to your brain Left a blood stain on the passenger side of your range Fuck the games, the circle dot dot and the cootie shots I leave my tooly cocked, and strip a game to his booty socks [Chorus x2] [Ali Vegas] I play the block like Elgin, do They said they could die young, that make me eligible My baby brother said when you on top Niggaz intend to wanna put lead in you But when you on the bottom, niggaz wanna step on you I told 'em, don't worry, I'm two guns ahead of you But when you shining again, they wanna rep with you They say you are what you eat, so ya'll can't blame me This year I turn brolic niggaz into vegetables And my back against the wall, and I'm brawlin' You act hard and I'm stallin', streets ain't come with caller ID's So I couldn't see when God was callin', the odds was fallin' Grab two arms and clap and applaude, and look Y'all want problems? Ya'll welcomed like the door mat Ya'll bore cats, with your store bought raps And ya'll had to study my format, ya'll want war? Ya'll ain't ready for war yet, yea you rich, but you can't Really afford that, you ain't study your forty eight laws yet Plus I got the blueprints, to where you snore at See how these critics do? They get critical Then they get political, one line can get rid of you They say I chase the top two, well if this is true Wouldn't I have to remove the paper to fill in the picture drew You niggaz do like these chickens do Sit around, and gossip, like ya'll ain't got shit to do I'm startin' to think, it's not what I say, but the shit I do No record out, still my digits grew Niggaz sayin' Veg' signed to Motolla, nope Get your rumors straight, Vegas is signing Motolla I think it's about, time that I told ya I spend so much time in the Rover, fuck the beat I rhyme to the motors, sittin' on 20's, providing I own 'em The flow's low like I was rhyming in shoulder Then I speed it up -- gotta pardon me ya'll I was dippin' from traffic, at the time that I wrote 'em Ya'll know 'em, you wanna shine? Your best bet is to stand in the sun Not a blood or a crip, like vendetta in the slum I don't give pounds, unless I'm handing them guns And I don't weigh back, when I'm brandishin' one To understand where I'm going, you gotta understand where I'm from And ya'll ain't understanding me, huh? Somewhere down the line, I guess we got loss But I'mma stay hood, like cold chicken and hot sauce So whose consumin' the throne, I put two in your dome The only time my niggaz work, is for funeral home Cuz they'll body kids, I cried when they body B.I.G And I'mma hold Queens down, just like John Gotti did, what? [Outro: L.S.] When the wind blows..
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Copy to Clipboard: (feat. Ali Vegas, Eyeslow, L.S.) [Intro: Eyeslow (sample)] (If you got something to say Why don't you just come out and say it) Brother's grave... hey let me tell you something Knawhatimean, we up in here, man Favorite the rapper, of favorite the rapper Like my nigga Ali Vegas would say, youknowhatimsayin If your ghost writer's ghost writer, ask around [Chorus x2: L.S.] When the wind blows And we know, you ain't gon' find ya way home Storm gets cold Try'nna see through rain, hail, sleet, snow [Eyeslow] From off the devil's ledge Come the throughbread, dagger double edge Hammer sledge, can't be no rap Quentin Tarantino Rhymin' like G and Nino, I'm convinced, I'm the best Spittin' none to less, fuck the rest, I'm unimpressed Don't make me get the gun and vest, and make examples I used to make samples, and pass them out Now I keep the ratchet by the pillow when I'm crashin' out So I'm never caught sleepin', get caught creepin' and that ass is out Eyeslow's the name, the ruger to your brain Left a blood stain on the passenger side of your range Fuck the games, the circle dot dot and the cootie shots I leave my tooly cocked, and strip a game to his booty socks [Chorus x2] [Ali Vegas] I play the block like Elgin, do They said they could die young, that make me eligible My baby brother said when you on top Niggaz intend to wanna put lead in you But when you on the bottom, niggaz wanna step on you I told 'em, don't worry, I'm two guns ahead of you But when you shining again, they wanna rep with you They say you are what you eat, so ya'll can't blame me This year I turn brolic niggaz into vegetables And my back against the wall, and I'm brawlin' You act hard and I'm stallin', streets ain't come with caller ID's So I couldn't see when God was callin', the odds was fallin' Grab two arms and clap and applaude, and look Y'all want problems? Ya'll welcomed like the door mat Ya'll bore cats, with your store bought raps And ya'll had to study my format, ya'll want war? Ya'll ain't ready for war yet, yea you rich, but you can't Really afford that, you ain't study your forty eight laws yet Plus I got the blueprints, to where you snore at See how these critics do? They get critical Then they get political, one line can get rid of you They say I chase the top two, well if this is true Wouldn't I have to remove the paper to fill in the picture drew You niggaz do like these chickens do Sit around, and gossip, like ya'll ain't got shit to do I'm startin' to think, it's not what I say, but the shit I do No record out, still my digits grew Niggaz sayin' Veg' signed to Motolla, nope Get your rumors straight, Vegas is signing Motolla I think it's about, time that I told ya I spend so much time in the Rover, fuck the beat I rhyme to the motors, sittin' on 20's, providing I own 'em The flow's low like I was rhyming in shoulder Then I speed it up -- gotta pardon me ya'll I was dippin' from traffic, at the time that I wrote 'em Ya'll know 'em, you wanna shine? Your best bet is to stand in the sun Not a blood or a crip, like vendetta in the slum I don't give pounds, unless I'm handing them guns And I don't weigh back, when I'm brandishin' one To understand where I'm going, you gotta understand where I'm from And ya'll ain't understanding me, huh? Somewhere down the line, I guess we got loss But I'mma stay hood, like cold chicken and hot sauce So whose consumin' the throne, I put two in your dome The only time my niggaz work, is for funeral home Cuz they'll body kids, I cried when they body B.I.G And I'mma hold Queens down, just like John Gotti did, what? [Outro: L.S.] When the wind blows..
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