Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gone With The Wind, artist - Ice MC. Album song Cinema, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1989
Record label: Robyx
Song language: English
Gone With The Wind |
Artist: Spice 1 |
Album: Immortalized |
Song: Gone With The Wind |
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 |
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 |
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 |