Gone With The Wind
Spice 1 Lyrics

Damn!
Wow, this brings back a flood of emotions.

Standing here brings back a gang of memories, man
Being here reminds me of all the things that happened in the past.

Sitting on this old block
I'm sitting on this street corner where I used to spend a lot of time.

All the violence and drugs you know
This place used to be full of violence and drugs, you know.

But I lived through it
But I survived all of that and I'm still here.

Get this shit on, yeah nigga, you and them
Let's get this music playing, me and my people here.

Motherfuckers
Just an aggressive exclamation.

Rest in player pieces my niggas
I want to remember and honor my friends who have passed away.

Blaaow!
Another aggressive exclamation to end the intro.

Innocent bystanders be laying up in the streets
People who were just out in the streets have been killed.

In the concrete jungle where real niggas be packing heat
This is a dangerous place where people carry guns for protection.

Leaving your insides exposed to the witnesses walking by
Your body is left in the open for everyone to see.

Here today and gone tomorrow my nigga, we born to die
Life is short and we all die eventually.

Keep your eyes open partner, ain't no rules in this shit
You have to be vigilant because there are no rules in this dangerous world.

My nigga died with three kids and a wife, ain't that a bitch
One of my friends died and it's sad because he leaves behind a family.

I can't go clubbing because I'm thugging with some G's for real
I can't go out to clubs because I have to be here protecting my friends.

I see some niggas at the party, then I'm subject to kill
If I see certain people at a party, I might have to kill them.

Keep my head over the water, uzi in the stash
I have to be cautious and prepared with a weapon.

Niggas try to wet me up that's why I dumped on they ass
Someone tried to shoot at me, so I had to fire back.

I had a homey named ?Money' now he's R.I.P
One of my friends, nicknamed Money, has passed away.

Niggas set him and killed him for some key's and g's
He was killed over drugs and money.

I don't know why they fuck did it, niggas plotting and scheme
I don't know why they killed him, but people are always planning and scheming.

That's why you can never be blind to a broke man's dream
People will do terrible things to achieve their goals, especially if they are desperate and poor.

Because see I'm losing it. I can't take it. I miss my peers
I'm feeling overwhelmed and sad because I miss my friends who are no longer alive.

Talk to my nigga, Makaveli. He's been dead for two years
I wish I could talk to my friend Makaveli, but he died two years ago.

Episodes of divine intervention, invade my mind
I feel like there have been moments where a higher power has intervened to keep me alive.

Got me thinking, damn I could've been dead, a couple times
I'm realizing that I've been lucky to survive some dangerous situations.

Killer pits and extra clips, around my bed when I sleep
I keep weapons close by in case someone tries to attack me.

Stash my glock under my pillow, twenty gauge by my feet
I have a gun under my pillow and a shotgun by my feet for protection while I sleep.

Too many niggas smile in my face and back stab
I can't trust a lot of people because they pretend to be my friend and then betray me.

I'm left throwing niggas in the trunk and kidnap
When someone crosses me, I might have to resort to violent revenge.

Thugging and loving bitches obsessed with this mob shit
I'm involved in a life of crime and women are attracted to it.

Niggas thinking they moving
Some people think they can get ahead, but they don't realize how dangerous this world is.

And bailing out the cut with the quickness
People are quick to run away from danger.

Suckers be blind to this real shit, we bring the pain
Some people are unaware of how dangerous this life is, and we have to inflict pain to survive.

Bossalini, Fetty Chico, Shiznilti still in the game
My friends and I are still involved in this criminal lifestyle.

Immortalized forever, having my homies up in the grave
My friends who have died are remembered and honored.

Thinking back on when I used to drank yac in my younger days
I'm reminiscing about the past when I used to drink cognac as a young man.

Bust the twelve gauge shotty, too young to buy liquor
As a young man, I had a shotgun even though I wasn't old enough to legally buy alcohol.

Little bad ass niggas grew up to be mob figures
Some of us who were once young troublemakers have grown up to be involved in organized crime.

Living life on a razor; cars, money and bitches
Our lifestyle is risky, but we have nice cars, money, and women.

Niggas plotting to kill us, coming in coupes in a milli's
People are planning to kill us and they're driving fancy cars to do it.

We go to war ?til they feel us, bury they ass on the realest
We'll keep fighting until our enemies understand how serious we are, and then we'll kill them.

(not sure what is said) eliminate you for scrilla
Not entirely sure, but likely means people will do anything for money, even kill.

Niggas dying on the frontline
People are dying in this dangerous life all the time.

Spending most of they life ducking the one time, no sunshine
We're always trying to avoid the police, and it's hard to enjoy life that way.

In the world of sin, from the gutter to the pen
This is a world filled with sin and crime, and it's easy to end up in prison.

Got me swimming in the game with a brim on my shark's fin
I'm deeply involved in this criminal lifestyle, ready to attack at any moment like a shark.

[Chorus: x2] Sitting on my old block reminiscing again
The chorus repeats twice, with the singer sitting and thinking about his past on this street corner.

Put the fire to the blunt, take a sip of the Hen
He lights a blunt and takes a sip of Hennessy to help him relax and think.

On my homies dead, gone with the wind
He's thinking about his friends who have passed away and won't be coming back.

[Chorus: x3] Gone with the wind, Gone with the wind
The chorus repeats a third time, emphasizing the idea of his friends being gone forever.