Intro:
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*coughing* Damn!
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Standing here brings back a gang of memories, man
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Sitting on this old block
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All the violence and drugs you know
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But I lived through it
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Get this shit on, yeah nigga, you and them
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motherfuckers
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Rest in player pieces my niggas
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Blaaow!
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Innocent bystanders be laying up in the streets
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In the concrete jungle where real niggas be packing heat
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Leaving your insides exposed to the witnesses walking by
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Here today and gone tomorrow my nigga, we born to die
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Keep your eyes open partner, ain't no rules in this shit
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My nigga died with three kids and a wife, ain't that a bitch
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I can't go clubbing because I'm thugging with some G's for real
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I see some niggas at the party, then I'm subject to kill
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Keep my head over the water, uzi in the stash
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Niggas try to wet me up that's why I dumped on they ass
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I had a homey named ?oney' now he's R.I.P
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Niggas set him and killed him for some key's and g's
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I don't know why they fuck did it, niggas plotting and scheme
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That's why you can never be blind to a broke man's dream
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Because see I'm losing it. I can't take it. I miss my peers
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Talk to my nigga, Makaveli. He's been dead for two years
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Episodes of divine intervention, invade my mind
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Got me thinking, ?amn I could've been dead, a couple times'
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Killer pits and extra clips, around my bed when I sleep
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Stash my glock under my pillow, twenty gauge by my feet
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Sitting on my old block reminiscing again
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For my homies dead and gone in the wind
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Gone with the wind, gone with the wind
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Gone with the wind, gone with the wind
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Chorus:
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Sitting on my old block reminiscing again
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Put the fire to the blunt, take a sip of the Hen
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Sitting on my old block reminiscing again
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On my homies dead, gone with the wind
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Gone with the wind
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(2X)
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Too many niggas smile in my face and back stab
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I'm left throwing niggas in the trunk and kidnap
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Thugging and loving bitches obsessed with this mob shit
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Niggas thinking they moving
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and bailing out the cut with the quickness
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Suckers be blind to this real shit, we bring the pain
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Bossalini, Fetty Chico, Shiznilti still in the game
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Immortalized forever, having my homies up in the grave
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Thinking back on when I used to drank yac in my younger days
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Bust the twelve gauge shotty, too young to buy liquor
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Little bad ass niggas grew up to be mob figures
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Living life on a razor; cars, money and bitches
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Niggas plotting to kill us, coming in coupes in a milli's
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We go to war ?il they feel us, bury they ass on the realest
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(not sure what is said) eliminate you for scrilla
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Niggas dying on the frontline
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Spending most of they life ducking the one time, no sunshine
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In the world of sin, from the gutter to the pen
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Got me swimming in the game with a brim on my shark's fin
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Sitting on my old block reminiscing again
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For my homies dead and gone in the wind
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Gone with the wind
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Chorus
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I ain't no bitch but if you bone me I'm coming
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Running double trying to murder something
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Eyes red and heart pumping
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Serving niggas out the back of the Caddy
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Hitting corners,
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ain't no love for you snitch ass niggas in California
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Ducking suckers and shady bitches, scheming to gaffle riches
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Niggas living fictitious, running game and selling fishes
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Paranoia of surveillance vans watching me close
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Nigga (?) dreams died back in '94
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Suckers laid down my homey, I just had to get off
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Can't be acting like no bitch nigga, because war is raw
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They say nice guys finish last and the good die young
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Too many real niggas put to death by the hand of the gun
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Sitting on my old block reminiscing again
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On my homies dead and gone in the wind
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Gone with the wind, Gone with the wind
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Gone with the wind, gone with the wind
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Gone with the wind
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Chorus (3X)
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Gone With The Wind
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| Spice 1 |
