Gone With The Wind - Ice MC

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