Young Buck - Caught In The Wind Lyrics
(feat. D-tay, Rizin Sun)Ay They Can't Handle This OneThis For The Block Nigga, What?[d-tay]I Make One Move, Hit Your Block, And Your Whole Spot HotUh-huh, If You're Lucky Have Your Whole Block *****edNow I Ain't Sayin That's Gon' Stop All My Niggaz That ChopCause In They Mind, Ain't No Dyin, Niggaz Flip To Get FloppedShootin More Than 50 Shots And My Heart Catch NotWhen The Gunfire A-start It Ain't No Callin The CopsBesides, You Started Beef, I'm Just Bringin It BackAll My Niggaz You Hunt Around So What You Packin A Gat?Just Leave That Where It's At, Or Leave Here On Your BackMake One Move Like You're Reachin And I'm Leavin You FlatWarnings I'm Givin You, But You Never Did ListenSo I'm Spittin Smith & Wessons 'til They Out Of AmmunitionI'm Clip Totin, Holdin Rollin With My Cousin PriestI'm Back, And Ridin In The Candy Painted 'llacWe Max, And Gettin All These Hoes For They CheeseWe 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 PenLeft Niggaz Layin Dead And I Did It In SinAnd I'd Do It Again, Thugged Out 'til The EndStill We Gon' Keep Ridin 'til We Caught In The Wind[rizin Sun]Nigga I'm Gon' Make It If I Gotta Rob And Steal***** Back My Grill, Let 'em Know This Burner's For RealWhen The Coast Is Cleared That's When I Plan My EscapeWanted In 50 States, My First Shot Is DebateDon't Be Late, Buck We Got Hits To Make50 Is You With Me, If They Really Want Me They'd Come And Get MeNow I'm A Fugitive On The Run, Killers Don't Leave HomeWithout The Gun, Blaze OneThey Got Me Nationwide All Over The World They Tryin To Turn Me InBut The Pearls, I Think Ahead On That***** The Pen, I'm Tryin To See My Money StacksIf You Lookin For Me I'm Where The Ballers AtDrinkin Cristal Gettin Smoked OutTry Not To Take The Bar Out, But They Done, Tapped My HouseI'm Goin All Out, Got Me On Some Major ShitDressed In Black, When I Attack, Please Believe That[chorus][young Buck]I Need To Get My Hands On Somethin, I Suggest You Play It LowGet Your Last Words In When The Soldier's Rag Over My NoseLook The Anger Done Build Up, I'm Damn Near About To BlowTryin To Unhook A Time Bomb When I'm Right At Zero***** A Stolen Vehicle, We Gon' Pull Up In LuxuryBubbilize Somethin, Survive Nigga You're LuckyWhen Shit Get Ugly, Bustin E'rythang That Rush MeSwingin This *****in Chopper 'til My Arms Get MustyThis Occassion Calls For Military Issue BuddyMy Fetti Took A Slight Fall Now Y'all Gon' Be BloodyYoung Buck, A.k.a. Frank Nitti Of The CityAin't Fakin None To Dt's, You Got It Then Come And Get MeBut The Form I Come In, I Swear It's Hard To Hit MeNot A Face Bein Shown, Just A Chrome Tucked In My Dickies[chorus]
