In The Wind - Eightball & MJG

Verse One: MJG 
Here comes the one they call the P.I.    M.P. 
Straight out the cut no one can see I    bust these 
Way out of touch with all them bustas in my rear view 
but see they game  so lame  I can hear through 
I Hens doggin at the bar  actin real nice (real nice) 
Six pack of Hen  straight up  with no ice    tap me twice 
Did you really want my full attention? 
Sometimes my mind (intertwine) with the tenth dimension 
I see you inchin to my ride, tired, rest them legs 
Soon as you open up your mouth (uhh) there's the head 
Now who I be, MJG, certified, mic controller 
(Uncle Sam, I want you!) Trick bend over 
I'm a petrified rapper talkin, and you ain't nuttin 
but an electrified shyster walkin, I'm tired of savin 
people from takin these dead end trips, I'ma just go 
and bust this champagne upside your ship, alright you hip? 
You in a hurry? You can't relate? 
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'll be back again 
You saw me faintly through the crowd but now I'm in the wind 
Once again 
Chorus: Eightball and MJG 
In the wind, it's a bird, it's a plane 
Now it be them hustlers with that skin tight game 
In your mix, scopin you, scopin me 
Eightball and MJG to the end, bustas we in the wind 
Verse Two: Eightball 
I sold my soul to this hustle, homeboy scratch what you heard 
T front me a keyboard, I flipped it like a bird, word 
on them streets be them Suave House beats 
In the Benz blowin Sweets got your gal between my sheets 
Speak -- I ain't have to say one little thang 
The fame of my name blew the ghetto freak brain 
Lookin for a meal ticket, she let me stick it 
Wicked when she lick it, tryin to make me trick it