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 ?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 re