Слушать бесплатно Gone With The Wind

"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 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 "