Gone With The Wind

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