through the weather the storms
my nigga will always be my nigga
through the weather the storms. through the weather the storms
my nigga will always be my nigga
through the weather the storms. through the weather the storms. my nigga will always be my nigga
through the weather the storms. there was a thug i knew in cleveland
strugglin hard to survive
he wanted the finer things in life
whatever the streets could provide
hooked up with the killers slash dealers started to grind and reside
slept on the streets and stayed on the block with a bottle of rocks and a nine
gathered his homies
started a crew
stood on the corners in sloo
way back in 1989 when they wore flats in they shoes
before there was in they dudes
no metal detectors in schools
had him a gun in the bag with his books and took it to class and he'd shoot
whoo
suddenly he was the man
everyone knew he was gettin that money
brand new jewelry
bought him a car at 14
and everything lovely
had him a stash
dreams of upper class
cash in his pocket to spend
had it so good
had it so hood
man i wish i'da been there
and one day
the po'-po' was on him
he couldn't escape even though he was quick
they offered a deal
but just like a thug
he was what he was
he wasn't no snitch
he went to jail
did all of his time
back in the cleveland
this time with a dream
he started a group called bone thugs and wanted all of us on his team
that's my nigga