11.Blown Away
From 80 School street, to way across town, cats knew how I got
down, cuz word got around, I was that robbery kid, with no gun
and no mask, catcha nigga out the door slippin, that's your ass,
didn't laugh much cuz I didn't have much, life was like a stick,
half gas half clutch, meanin half good and half bad, it was good
if I caught a good vic, if I didn't I was mad, took it out on my
regulars, I comes through and if niggaz was broke, I took
watches and cellulars, went to jail a few times but that didn't
stop me, all it taught me was how not to be sloppy, an older cat
robbed me, when I was like 10, if anybody wanted to help, they
should've did it then, but they didn't n all it did was release
the beast, so imma feast on whatever I come across in the
streets...
Like The Wind
(like the wind)
God Will Take
(god will take)
All My Sins
(all of my sins)
Blown Away
(will be, blown away)
Like The Wind
(like the wind)
Like The Wind
(like the wind)
Blown...
I had a S on my chest, fuck the vest, did robbery's with some
cats and robbed the rest, other times I came through with just
me n my dog, and clear out the whole fuckin block cuz we went
hard, I bagged, some niggaz I knew but some niggaz I didn't, I
ain't give a fuck either way, it was no bullshittin, a cruddy
nigga out to get money, an' a couple of slugs was the only thing
anybody took from me, run up on them cats smooth like, put it in
his left ear, give up the money n the jewelery, or get left
here, keep thinkin it's a game we're playin let's get popped,
see how much fun your havin when your heart beat stop, shut ‘em
down, open up shop, OH, NO, blew off a nigga top, somebody call
the cops but it's too late, cuz imma hitchu in the face, and
what kills you is gonna be somethin that you ate...
Like The Wind
(like the wind)
God Will Take
(god will take)
All My Sins
(all of my sins)
Blown Away
(will be, blown away)
Like The Wind
(like the wind)
Like The Wind
(like the wind)
Blown...
If pain is love, why hide my pain with drugs, choke off haze,
sell addicts coke for days, same clothes, no soap or shave, and
I still gotta gun on my hip, for your open grave, we used to get
robbery vicks, until our man, got killed for his whip, on some
robbery shit, then I switched to the weed, and started sellin
crack, but I will pull the steel and put a shell up in your
back, I feel like all my life, I was held up in a trap, like if
I go to heaven, maybe hell will want me back, when all I really
want, is Spreewells up on the ‘lac, and a model bitch sittin,
wit a head up in my lap, but since no dough don't spin, and my
pants holes gots holes with them, I gotta fold ya men, it's
obvious im in a house of sin, I wish I could open up the doors
and let ‘em blow with wind...
Like The Wind
God Will Take
All My Sins
Blown Away
Like The Wind
Like The Wind
Blown...
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