Slaughterhouse - Gone Lyrics
[Featuring: K-Young][Intro: DJ Drama]So for love..It’s what the game did to usYeaIt’s what a mean is[Hook: K-Young]The room is spinnin’My mind is running around in circlesI can’t even hear the thoughts I’m thinkin’Cuz I’m gone, I’m gone, gone goneCuz I’m gone, I’m gone, gone gone[Verse 1: Crooked I]Talkin’ to myself, I tell me Crooked is real as thisLife is a ***** and death wanna steal a kissSlap you when you’re born, when you’re gone they feel your wristTo see if your pulse still existLiving in the belly, of the beast is a real abyssWalk in a straight line is what you entertainThen you slang, you pay your bills, that‘s your yin and yangThe daily challenge to find balance within your brainThere’s something else, living inside your heart other than your painI look as life as a lessonFor me to change is like a Rolex for a giftNo better time than the presentIf not, I’mma be smokin’ chronicDrinkin’ on vodka till I choke on my own vomit cause life’s a broken promise[Hook][Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]When that Slaughterhouse album comin’? What’s the ETA?Where that good music at? Where that beat from 'Ye?Is Crooked and Yaowa were only in that group to keepFrom being in the streets to distribute yayIs Royce and Marshall ‘bout to link and go their secret wayIs Joe gonna start a show with all his hoesLike he the protégé of Stevie J for easy payBefore y’all become a memoryWould y’all please do a song with Kendrick, Young Money, and MMG?These questions and suggestions they hard to maintainWhen you ***** with Flex but you worry ‘bout what Charlemagne think?Cause you from the D and you don’t get no radio play in ya own homeLong as y’all playing Sean I’m good, I’m grownNigga I’m gone[Hook][Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]Have you ever tried to stop crying but couldn’t?Them shots fly in my hood andSometimes it'll force a guy to say bye bye to a good oneDust some slacks from in the back of that closet and button upDon’t crumble up, when you approaching his mother that hug is toughIt'll make you asthmatic, some can’t hack it but look at meI wear my hat backwards and rap fantastic cuz I’m a GRoyce, pause that block, I ride past that for them B’sBut my niggas mathematics? Bad traffic, still in the streetsAs long as they there, I’m there survivin’ for them onesBut they won’t stay there, I swearI'mma write ‘em out the slumsSo when a gun is drawn in the hood, man they good, on my tour busPuffing bumping this song, *****ing fans feeling lucky we gone[Hook][Verse 4: Joe Budden]Thought we were defying the odds, I thought that we weathered the stormI thought that we'd travel the same road, I thought that we’d never conformDon’t tell me you bastards tricked me, don’t tell me that I was just wrongCause now I'm masked and it gets to me, whenever we’re about to performThough it was about to heat up, it’s taking a while to get warmIt’s not the fact that I love niggas, and we all get alongI swear done been gotThough we could all se the writing on the wallAnd after Shelly we was really excited as beforeMaybe the fact I’ve been solo so longIt’s gotta sport me all or when I'm annoyed and try to avoidBecoming a victim of loyaltyWe was so cuttin’ edge we let the label cut the *****ing edgeMy address is the *****ing ledgeWon’t be unhappy, I know how I get in this stateIf I let them ***** me this time, it'll be considered rapeWe were saviours on our own termsI’ve learned if any three of you have waveredLet me know so I can wave good... Nah
