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lirik lagu spice 1 - gone with the wind

d-mn, standing here bring back a gang of memories, man
sitting on this old block
all the violence and drugs you know, i lived through it
get this sh-t on, yeah n-gg-, you and them motherf-ckers
rest in player pieces my n-gg-s, blow

innocent bystanders, be laying up in the streets
in the concrete jungle where real n-gg-s, be packing heat
leaving your insides exposed to the witnesses walking by
here today and gone tomorrow, my n-gg-, we born to die

keep your eyes open partner, ain’t no rules in this sh-t
my n-gg- died with three kids and a wife, ain’t that a b-tch
i can’t go clubbing because i’m thugging with some g’s for real
i see some n-gg-s at the party, and i’m subject to kill

keep my head over the water, uzi in the stash
n-gg-s try to wet me up that’s why i dumped on they -ss
i had a homey named money, now, he’s r.i.p
n-gg-s set him and killed him for some key’s and g’s

i don’t know why the f-ck they did it, n-gg-s plotting and scheming
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 n-gg-, makaveli, he been dead for two years

episodes of divine intervention, invade my mind
got me thinking, d-mn, i could’ve been dead, a couple times
killer pits and extra clips, around my bed, when i’m sleep
stash my glock under my pillow, twenty gage 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
all my homies, dead and gone with the wind
gone with the wind

too many n-gg-s smile in my face and back stab
i’m left throwing n-gg-s in the trunk and kidnap
thugging and loving b-tches, obsessed with this mob sh-t
n-gg-s thinking they moving and bailing out the cut with the quickness

suckers be blind to this real sh-t, 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 gage shotty, too young to buy liquor
little bad -ss n-gg-s grew up to be mob figures
living life on a razor, cars, money and b-tches
n-gg-s plotting to kill us, coming in coupes and a milli’s

we go to war till they feel us, bury they -ss on the realest
ohh, shove us in the path, so eliminate you for scrilla
n-gg-s dying on the front line
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

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
all my homies, dead and gone with the wind
gone with the wind

i ain’t no b-tch but if you bone me, i’m coming
running double, trying to murder something
eyes red and heart pumping
serving n-gg-s out the back of the caddy

hitting corners, ain’t no love for you, snitch -ss n-gg-s in california
ducking suckers and shady b-tches, scheming to gaffle riches
n-gg-s living fict-tious, running game and selling fishes
paranoia of surveillance vans, watching me close

n-gg- propped up with dreams, died back in ninety four
suckers laid down my homie, i just had to get off
can’t be acting like no b-tch n-gg-, because war is raw
they say nice guys finish last and the good die young

too many real n-gg-s 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

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
all my homies, dead and 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
all my homies, dead and gone with the wind
gone with the wind, gone with the wind
gone with the wind

- lirik lagu spice 1

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