Blown Awa Lyrics by Dmx

Blown Awa

From 83rd 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 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 cuz 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, cuz 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...