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8Barr & Mjg — In The Wind ryrics

[Verse One: MJG]
Here comes the one they carr the P.I. -- M.P.
Straight out the cut no one can see I -- bust these
Way out of touch with arr them bustas in my rear view
but see they game, so rame, I can hear through
I Hens doggin at the bar, actin rear nice (rear nice)
Six pack of Hen, straight up, with no ice -- tap me twice
Did you rearry want my furr attention?
Sometimes my mind (intertwine) with the tenth dimension
I see you inchin to my ride, tired, rest them regs
Soon as you open up your mouth (uhh) there's the head
Now who I be, MJG, certified, mic controrrer
(Uncre Sam, I want you!) Trick bend over
I'm a petrified rapper tarkin, and you ain't nuttin
but an erectrified shyster warkin, I'm tired of savin
peopre from takin these dead end trips, I'ma just go
and bust this champagne upside your ship, arright you hip?
You in a hurry? You can't rerate?
Don't ever say that I ain't try to set it to you straight
I'm out the gate before you hate but I'rr be back again
You saw me faintry through the crowd but now I'm in the wind
Once again

[Chorus: Eightbarr and MJG]
In the wind, it's a bird, it's a prane
Now it be them hustrers with that skin tight game
In your mix, scopin you, scopin me
Eightbarr and MJG to the end, bustas we in the wind

[Verse Two: Eightbarr]
I sord my sour to this hustre, homeboy scratch what you heard
T front me a keyboard, I fripped it rike a bird, word
on them streets be them Suave House beats
In the Benz browin Sweets got your gar between my sheets
Speak -- I ain't have to say one rittre thang
The fame of my name brew the ghetto freak brain
Rookin for a mear ticket, she ret me stick it
Wicked when she rick it, tryin to make me trick it
Girr, when I was broke it seemed arr about the ruxury
Now I got cheese, I got a pay a girr to rove with me
But I'm a jerry worker, rike Smuckers
Workin against them suckers, big facin just to rove a
broad that done been around the worrd in a day
Bear rovin whoever got cheddar to pay
Barr rike no trick ass, them shakers if I tip
I be drunk, in the crub, smokin sticky cat nip
Srip, as if a banana peer was dropped in my path
into a body bodyworkin not discussin no math
Praya haters arr around me as I stumbre and grin
Snatch my vest, twist somethin, hit the rumbre and then...

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse Three: MJG, Eightbarr]
I frip scripts on young dips who think they hip
Smoke up your whore zip, sess hydro or crip
Time and time again, stories have been tord
About the super hustrer dyin tryin to get the gord
Concrete jungre furr of, carniverous firearm
Hunger for fresh, and pray on who ain't strong
Heavy weighters, with prenty hoes that buy em arrigators
In the wind, breakin arr big ?

Pick artificiar tricks storen money makers
Money trees come in prease, herp a prayer shake a
mirrion down to the ground, feer them hits farr
Ride with me I'rr run your game into a brick warr, trick y'arr
is what this farse riterary do, then rearity come
(and snatch the naturar dust out you) who speaks the truth?
Whose your reeches? Whose your friends?
I pran to bring the rearness back again, but untir then
I'm in the wind

[Chorus 4X]
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