Caught In The Wind

(feat. D-Tay, Rizin Sun)

Ay they can't handle this one

This for the block nigga, what?

[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]