Intro:
*coughing* d***!
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 s*** on, yeah n****, you and them
m************
Rest in player pieces my n*****
Blaaow!
Innocent bystanders be laying up in the streets
In the concrete jungle where real n***** be packing heat
Leaving your insides exposed to the witnesses walking by
Here today and gone tomorrow my n****, we born to die
Keep your eyes open partner, ain't no rules in this s***
My n**** died with three kids and a wife, ain't that a b****
I can't go clubbing because I'm thugging with some G's for real
I see some n***** at the party, then I'm subject to kill
Keep my head over the water, uzi in the stash
n***** try to wet me up that's why I dumped on they a**
I had a homey named ?Money' now he's R.I.P
n***** set him and killed him for some key's and g's
I don't know why they f*** did it, n***** 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 n****, Makaveli. He's been dead for two years
Episodes of divine intervention, invade my mind
Got me thinking, ?d*** 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
Chorus:
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
(2X)
Too many n***** smile in my face and back stab
I'm left throwing n***** in the trunk and kidnap
Thugging and loving b****** obsessed with this mob s***
n***** thinking they moving
and bailing out the cut with the quickness
Suckers be blind to this real s***, 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 a** n***** grew up to be mob figures
Living life on a razor; cars, money and b******
n***** plotting to kill us, coming in coupes in a milli's
We go to war ?til they feel us, bury they a** on the realest
(not sure what is said) eliminate you for scrilla
n***** 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
Chorus
I ain't no b**** but if you bone me I'm coming
Running double trying to murder something
Eyes red and heart pumping
Serving n***** out the back of the Caddy
Hitting corners,
ain't no love for you snitch a** n***** in California
Ducking suckers and shady b******, scheming to gaffle riches
n***** living fictitious, running game and selling fishes
Paranoia of surveillance vans watching me close
n**** (?) dreams died back in '94
Suckers laid down my homey, I just had to get off
Can't be acting like no b**** n****, because war is raw
They say nice guys finish last and the good die young
Too many real n***** 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
Chorus (3X)
*coughing* d***!
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 s*** on, yeah n****, you and them
m************
Rest in player pieces my n*****
Blaaow!
Innocent bystanders be laying up in the streets
In the concrete jungle where real n***** be packing heat
Leaving your insides exposed to the witnesses walking by
Here today and gone tomorrow my n****, we born to die
Keep your eyes open partner, ain't no rules in this s***
My n**** died with three kids and a wife, ain't that a b****
I can't go clubbing because I'm thugging with some G's for real
I see some n***** at the party, then I'm subject to kill
Keep my head over the water, uzi in the stash
n***** try to wet me up that's why I dumped on they a**
I had a homey named ?Money' now he's R.I.P
n***** set him and killed him for some key's and g's
I don't know why they f*** did it, n***** 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 n****, Makaveli. He's been dead for two years
Episodes of divine intervention, invade my mind
Got me thinking, ?d*** 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
Chorus:
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
(2X)
Too many n***** smile in my face and back stab
I'm left throwing n***** in the trunk and kidnap
Thugging and loving b****** obsessed with this mob s***
n***** thinking they moving
and bailing out the cut with the quickness
Suckers be blind to this real s***, 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 a** n***** grew up to be mob figures
Living life on a razor; cars, money and b******
n***** plotting to kill us, coming in coupes in a milli's
We go to war ?til they feel us, bury they a** on the realest
(not sure what is said) eliminate you for scrilla
n***** 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
Chorus
I ain't no b**** but if you bone me I'm coming
Running double trying to murder something
Eyes red and heart pumping
Serving n***** out the back of the Caddy
Hitting corners,
ain't no love for you snitch a** n***** in California
Ducking suckers and shady b******, scheming to gaffle riches
n***** living fictitious, running game and selling fishes
Paranoia of surveillance vans watching me close
n**** (?) dreams died back in '94
Suckers laid down my homey, I just had to get off
Can't be acting like no b**** n****, because war is raw
They say nice guys finish last and the good die young
Too many real n***** 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
Chorus (3X)