Dmx Blown Awa Lyrics

Blown Awa Lyrics

From 83rd street to way across town, cats knew how I got down, 'cause 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 'cause I didn't have much,
life was like a stake, 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 bad, took it out all my
records, 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, if they didn't then 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 best, did robbery's for some cats and robbed
the rest, other times I came through with just me n my dog, and clear out the
whole fuckin block 'cause we went hard, I'm back, 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, gave 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, 'cause imma hitchu in the face, and what kills you is
gonna be somethin that you aint...



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 shade, and I still gotta gun on my hip, for
your open grave, we used to get robbery fix, until our man, got killed for his
whip, on some robbery shit, then I switched to the weed, and started sellin
crack, without will I 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
mono big 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 the
wind...



			 

Like The Wind

God Will Take

All My Sins

Blown Away

Like The Wind

Like The Wind

Blown...