Gone With The Wind Lyrics - Spice 1

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 shit on, yeah nigga, you and them 

Motherfuckers 

Rest in player pieces my niggas 

Blaaow! 

Innocent bystanders be laying up in the streets 

In the concrete jungle where real niggas be packing heat 

Leaving your insides exposed to the witnesses walking by 

Here today and gone tomorrow my nigga, we born to die 

Keep your eyes open partner, ain't no rules in this shit 

My nigga died with three kids and a wife, ain't that a bitch 

I can't go clubbing because I'm thugging with some G's for real 

I see some niggas at the party, then I'm subject to kill 

Keep my head over the water, uzi in the stash 

Niggas 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 

Niggas set him and killed him for some key's and g's 

I don't know why they fuck did it, niggas 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 nigga, 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: x2] 

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 

Too many niggas smile in my face and back stab 

I'm left throwing niggas in the trunk and kidnap 

Thugging and loving bitches obsessed with this mob shit 

Niggas thinking they moving 

And bailing out the cut with the quickness 

Suckers be blind to this real shit, 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 niggas grew up to be mob figures 

Living life on a razor; cars, money and bitches 

Niggas 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 

Niggas 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 bitch but if you bone me I'm coming 

Running double trying to murder something 

Eyes red and heart pumping 

Serving niggas out the back of the Caddy 

Hitting corners, 

Ain't no love for you snitch ass niggas in California 

Ducking suckers and shady bitches, scheming to gaffle riches 

Niggas living fictitious, running game and selling fishes 

Paranoia of surveillance vans watching me close 

Nigga ? dreams died back in '94 

Suckers laid down my homey, I just had to get off 

Can't be acting like no bitch nigga, because war is raw 

They say nice guys finish last and the good die young 

Too many real niggas 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: x3]