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Spice 1

"Gone With The Wind"

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 drugs you know
But I lived through it
Get this sh*t on, yeah n*gga, you and them
Motherf*ckers
Rest in player pieces my n*ggas
Blaaow!

Innocent bystanders be laying up in the streets
In the concrete jungle where real n*ggas be packing heat
Leaving your insides exposed to the witnesses walking by
Here today and gone tomorrow my n*gga, we born to die
Keep your eyes open partner, ain't no rules in this sh*t
My n*gga died with three kids and a wife, ain't that a b*tch
I can't go clubbing because I'm thugging with some G's for real
I see some n*ggas at the party, then I'm subject to kill
Keep my head over the water, uzi in the stash
n*ggas try to wet me up that's why I dumped on they ass
I had a homey named 'Money' now he's R.I.P
n*ggas set him and killed him for some key's and g's
I don't know why they f*ck did it, n*ggas 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*gga, 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'
Killer 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*ggas smile in my face and back stab
I'm left throwing n*ggas in the trunk and kidnap
Thugging and loving b*tches obsessed with this mob sh*t
n*ggas thinking they moving
And bailing out the cut with the quickness
Suckers be blind to this real sh*t, 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 ass n*ggas grew up to be mob figures
Living life on a razor; cars, money and b*tches
n*ggas plotting to kill us, coming in coupes in a milli's
We go to war 'til they feel us, bury they ass on the realest
(not sure what is said) eliminate you for scrilla
n*ggas 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*tch but if you bone me I'm coming
Running double trying to murder something
Eyes red and heart pumping
Serving n*ggas out the back of the Caddy
Hitting corners
Ain't no love for you snitch ass n*ggas in California
Ducking suckers and shady b*tches, scheming to gaffle riches
n*ggas living fictitious, running game and selling fishes
Paranoia of surveillance vans watching me close
n*gga (?) dreams died back in '94
Suckers laid down my homey, I just had to get off
Can't be acting like no b*tch n*gga, because war is raw
They say nice guys finish last and the good die young
Too many real n*ggas put to death 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)

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