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Gone with the wind


by Spice 1. Buy album CD: Immortalized


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 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 æ…šoney' 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, æ…amn 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 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 憈il 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 (3X)



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Album: Immortalized (1999) Lyrics
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  1. Intro skit
  2. What the F***
  3. What The Fuck
  4. Thug poetry
  5. Suckas do what they can (real playaz)
  6. U can't fade me skit
  7. U can't fade me
  8. Club skit
  9. Can i hit it?
  10. High powered
  11. Killerfornia
  12. News flash (skit)
  13. Gone with the wind
  14. Too deep in the game
  15. Make sure they bleed
  16. Ride fo' mine
  17. Street skit
  18. Immortalized
  19. F*** the World
  20. Fuck The World
  21. 187 Proof (2 Thougin')
  22. 187 Proof ["2 Thoughin'"]
  23. Droopy skit
  24. Ride wit me

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