| 歌曲 | Gone With the Wind |
| 歌手 | Spice 1 |
| 专辑 | Immortalized |
| 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 鲇oney' 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, amn 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 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 il 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus (3x) |
| 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 nián oney' 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, amn 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 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 il 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus 3x |