In The Wind lyrics

[Intro]
Mmhmm... That's real
It's so amazing, ya feel me?
It's so amazing, y'all feel me on this?
Man, I need y'all to feel me on this, n*gga whatever you gotta do to feel me on this muthaf*cker
Take ya glass or muthaf*ckin drink, n*gga, getchya muthaf*ckin weed like
Ay, ay, ay, let em know who you is homie...

[Verse 1]
That n*gga that's (tryin the E?)
(Kept smokin the weed?) and take off with the heat
n*ggas don't know about Twisted Insane when I'm dumpin away in the passenger seat
Hit em with two and then one to the noggin, dumpin on n*ggas like I was bin laden, al-Qaeda ya, puttin these bodies in coffins
Finally somebody sicker that's droppin
Puttin these bodies in death when I pop em
A prophecy like I was Christopher Walken
In Insidious til I run ovah ya? doster
Run up on n*ggas, so sick about talkin bout what they was talkin
Steadily mad cause they b*tches was gawking "who's that n*gga walkin?!"
Twisted Insane, b*tch!
And I feed yo brain b*tch!
Don't f*ck around when you come to the house because I eat yo brain b*tch!
(That brainsick)
Uh, yeah you can say that again
Ya bettah go tell the Vatican that imma have to get the bat again
Doin (?) so n*gga f*ck Anakin cause I'm Darth Vader
(Luke, come to the dark side!)
A hundred and fifty seconds later, all these marks died and I was smashin away, flag hangin in the dark ride
[Chorus]
Cuz we can get our rap on, and we can get our scrap on (?) in the wind
b*tch you will get scarred up, n*gga get your bars up
And yes I can bend you, but I would rather send you walking in the wind
b*tch you ain't no hooker hoe yous a hooker

[Verse 2]
And I got the b*tch that's down to get stripped and get paid
Hit em when I run up on em like the (?) hand grenades
That leaving a n*gga dazed and leaving a n*gga f*cked
Goin up in a circle like duck duck duck duck, goose
And I'm off of juice the OE, and you acting like you really know me
b*tch please, there was a n*gga name these b*tches will do anything
To f*ck with the twisted insane, like give me major brains
This is a major thing, f*cking these bald head b*tches is looking like they Major Payne
Gold tooths and everything, no change up in they purse
These b*tches is on the chopping blocks so make arrangements for they hearse
I spit in the microphone with no remorse, and homie I spit that daygo sh*t in every every every verse
So b*tch you better recognize my name, and I'm already a legend in this game
And you know what?

[Chorus]