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Caught In The Wind

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[D-Tay]

I make one move, hit your block, and your whole spot hot

Uh-huh, if you`re lucky have your whole block cocked

Now I ain`t sayin that`s gon` stop all my niggaz that chop

Cause in they mind, ain`t no dyin, niggaz flip to get flopped

Shootin more than 50 shots and my heart catch not

When the gunfire a-start it ain`t no callin the cops

Besides, you started beef, I`m just bringin it back

All my niggaz you hunt around so what you packin a gat?

Just leave that where it`s at, or leave here on your back

Make one move like you`re reachin and I`m leavin you flat

Warnings I`m givin you, but you never did listen

So I`m spittin Smith & Wessons `til they out of ammunition

I`m clip totin, holdin rollin with my cousin Priest

I`m back, and ridin in the candy painted `llac

We max, and gettin all these hoes for they cheese

We jack, and gettin all these ballers for they ki`s

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Didn`t think that I would make it this far, throwin rocks at the pen

Left niggaz layin dead and I did it in sin

And I`d do it again, thugged out `til the end

Still we gon` keep ridin `til we caught in the wind

[Rizin Sun]

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

[Chorus]

[Young Buck]

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 occassion 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

[Chorus]

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