Intro - Bad Azz

Through the weather the storms
My n***a will always be my n***a
Through the weather the storms
Through the weather the storms
My n***a will always be my n***a
Through the weather the storms
Through the weather the storms
My n***a will always be my n***a
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
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 n***a