Havoc - Gone Lyrics
[Intro]Yeah… this is what they want, right?Give ‘em what they want, right?Yeah, yeah… thirteen[Verse 1]2013, funny how time flyin’It ain’t a thing changed in regard to the ironHit you mother*****ers, go push it to the essenceHollow-tip slugs that’ll pierce through the vestsAnybody could get it, I send a clear messageI ain’t talkin’ bout textin’, I get down in the trenchesHang ‘em like Texans, give ‘em just enough ropeTo do it on his own, after that, I’m ghostPosted up back at the crib, gettin’ topGuap over hoes, get your hands out the pot***** a #1 spot, and your little rap favoritesYoung, rich and famous, I’m amongst the hood’s greatestAll will salute to the criminal elementRun up in your residence, catch him in his sleepNiggas so shook they wanna turn a new leafCryin’ like a ***** when they see the blood leak[Hook]When it’s on, we ain’t soppin’ ‘til somebody’s goneKeep thinkin’ it’s a game, get your life goneYour whole team a bunch of cowardsWhere they at? GoneGive a nigga gun showers then I’m out, goneWhen it’s on, we ain’t stoppin’ ‘til somebody’s goneKeep thinkin’ it’s a game, get your life goneYour whole team a bunch of cowardsWhere they at? GoneGive a nigga gun showers then I’m out, gone[Verse 2]I been gettin’ paper early, that hustler’s ambitionKiller instinct, body anything flinchin’Put niggas on mute, use the .9 like a remoteAn end to the *****ery you tryin’ to promoteWe was in the same boat ‘til I threw ‘em overboardFed ‘em to the sharks, give you what your hand calledFall – know I keep the goons on callBall ‘til I fall, hope you niggas all crawl***** your life – I ain’t never gave two *****sAin’t nothin’ to us to have that ass tied up in the trunkIn the middle of nowhere, they probably won’t find youDo a nigga dirty, you don’t wanna be my rivalNow you caught up in the mix, in some real deep shitI can spot a mile away, niggas never peep shitIt’s all about bein’ on point and never slippin’Niggas spread they business talkin’ like little *****es[Hook][Verse 3]They asked me what’s good, I tell ‘em I can’t call itPlottin’ on the law, if I tell you, I might spoil itSame shit, different toilet – niggas know my resumeHave you bleedin’ like a pig outside of Heaven’s GateQB mafia, la Costra NostraWhole team in the precinct on wanted postersAlready on the run, so don’t give a *****And we don’t like you, *****in’ get rid of ya[Hook]
