Traducció: Els Quatre Germans. Four Strong Winds.
Four strong winds that blow lonely Seven seas that run high All those things that dont change come what may But our good times are all gone And Im bound
a Uzi and a brother man is dead See nine out of ten are black on black crimes Four out of nine were killed before their prime The other five wanted
I love chicks with they braids pushed back That look like four racetracks, now chase that 'cause everybody wantin mine, taste of her tongue's like Duncan Hines Can't stand another brother
you name this tune? These victims knew how to guard they grill, this would've never happened I put two and two together and I came up with four You
of us, working for the good of the Wu] Tang" "Die!" *sounds of fighting are heard* Verse One: Street Life So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind
all livin' devil may care And I'm just the devil with love to spare Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas How I wish that there were more Than the twenty-four
peace, love, and understanding?, What's so funny 'bout peace, love, and understanding? "What's Going On" Mother, mother, There's too many of you crying, Brother, brother, brother
came here when the sun was high. The sea was calm to meet them. From out of the wind above the hills. Come a fleet of godly men. Borne on strong winds
wrapping one another into knots so strong You're lost at once if not tossed into the drink and lost beneath A substance, so dark yet elementary Four winds
of us, working for the good of the Wu] Tang Die! *sounds of fighting are heard* [Verse One: Street Life] So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind
loaded, and it's lethal Here's a dose, a taste of my potential My super menu wind you bend you sends you to watch a brother like me, continue out on
one to Robert 'Yummy' Sanderford and all other lil' young niggaz that's in a rush to be gangstas As a young nigga, I'm almost ?swellin? in the wind
of us, working for the good of the Wu Tang" "Die!" [*sounds of fighting are heard*] [Verse One: Street Life] So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind
land has arrived I got with four hundred lashes and still survived To this very day, the grafted never let up So I got a million brothers, and we all
one another into knots so strong youre lost at once if not tossed into the drink and lost beneath a substance so dark yet elementary four winds converge
