Spice 1 - Gone With The Wind lyrics

Artist: Spice 1 Album: Immortalized Song: Gone With The Wind Intro: *coughing* Damn! Standing here brings back a gang of memories, man Sitting on this old block All the violence and d** you know But I lived through it Get this sh** on, yeah n***a, you and them Motherf**ers Rest in player pieces my n***as Blaaow! Innocent bystanders be laying up in the streets In the concrete jungle where real n***as be packing heat Leaving your insides exposed to the witnesses walking by Here today and gone tomorrow my n***a, we born to die Keep your eyes open partner, ain't no rules in this sh** My n***a died with three kids and a wife, ain't that a b**h I can't go clubbing because I'm thugging with some G's for real I see some n***as at the party, then I'm subject to k** Keep my head over the water, uzi in the stash n***as try to wet me up that's why I dumped on they a** I had a homey named 'Money' now he's R.I.P n***as set him and k**ed him for some key's and g's I don't know why they f** did it, n***as plotting and scheme That's why you can never be blind to a broke man's dream Because see I'm losing it. I can't take it. I miss my peers Talk to my n***a, Makaveli. He's been dead for two years Episodes of divine intervention, invade my mind Got me thinking, 'Damn I could've been dead, a couple times' k**er pits and extra clips, around my bed when I sleep Stash my Glock under my pillow, twenty gauge by my feet Sitting on my old block reminiscing again For my homies dead and gone in the wind Gone with the wind, gone with the wind Gone with the wind, gone with the wind Chorus: Sitting on my old block reminiscing again Put the fire to the blunt, take a sip of the Hen Sitting on my old block reminiscing again On my homies dead, gone with the wind Gone with the wind (2X) Too many n***as smile in my face and back stab I'm left throwing n***as in the trunk and kidnap Thugging and loving b**hes obsessed with this mob sh** n***as thinking they moving And bailing out the cut with the quickness s**ers be blind to this real sh**, we bring the pain Bossalini, Fetty Chico, Shiznilti still in the game Immortalized forever, having my homies up in the grave Thinking back on when I used to drank yac in my younger days Bust the twelve gauge shotty, too young to buy liquor Little bad a** n***as grew up to be mob figures Living life on a razor; cars, money and b**hes n***as plotting to k** us, coming in coupes in a milli's We go to war 'til they feel us, bury they a** on the realest (not sure what is said) eliminate you for scrilla n***as dying on the frontline Spending most of they life ducking the one time, no sunshine In the world of sin, from the gutter to the pen Got me swimming in the game with a brim on my shark's fin Sitting on my old block reminiscing again For my homies dead and gone in the wind Gone with the wind Chorus I ain't no b**h but if you bone me I'm coming Running double trying to murder something Eyes red and heart pumping Serving n***as out the back of the Caddy Hitting corners Ain't no love for you snitch a** n***as in California Ducking s**ers and shady b**hes, scheming to gaffle riches n***as living fictitious, running game and selling fishes Paranoia of surveillance vans watching me close n***a (?) dreams died back in '94 s**ers laid down my homey, I just had to get off Can't be acting like no b**h n***a, because war is raw They say nice guys finish last and the good die young Too many real n***as put to d**h by the hand of the gun Sitting on my old block reminiscing again On my homies dead and gone in the wind Gone with the wind, Gone with the wind Gone with the wind, gone with the wind Gone with the wind Chorus (3X)