Fat Joe - I'm Gone lyrics

Yeah! This is it y'all (Darkside), Darkside Volume One Hope you enjoyed We had to take you out cla**ic status, you feel me? We had to touch it (Darkside) - Yeah! So I say [Chorus] Peace God I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Peace God I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Peace God (peace y'all!) I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Darkside, Darkside, Darkside [DJ Premier scratches over fourth line] ("Listen to the situation my son") Premo on the beat, yeah I know it sounds different But his man's just pa**ed, yeah his soul's just risen Cold, cold, world is the word that was given As he see me fifteen with the burner out of prison Gangster - f** that, I'm (GangStarr) Tell Nas (hip-hop's dead) now, my man's gone As I rise to the top, knee-deep in the game I survived every shot Back to life like (Thriller), back to reality Flipped the light scoop, got everybody mad at me Uhh, don't let nobody put the battery 'Cause those things'll go 'pop pop' through your anatomy I'm hungry n***a, I'll eat your flesh I'ma butcher, chainsaw through your spleen and chest There's a darkside of Texas too, word to syndicate No matter how intricate sh** gets, the hit you get Joe Crack, yeah man on fire Conversatin' with the devil, rockin' diamond messiahs Uhh, I seek the truth while the streets admire me k**ers across the world say it's me they inspire to be Feds on my back from my ties to criminology Can't look back now, tomorrow's never promised B Where I'm from, for (president) we voted Eric B Joe been crack way before my philosophy Banned from TV, BET won't play me Still we do it B.I.G. it's all gravy It's our reality, you call it crazy But it's a Darkside, it's what you made me No more Mr. Nice Guy - pay me What you n***az owe before I come for your babies? [DJ Premier scratches] "Listen to the situation my son" So I say [Chorus] Yeah! Been in this game for a minute man - seen a lot of sh** man Shout out Forrest Projects man, diggin' in the Crates Crew Went to the Amateur Night at the Apollo, won four weeks in a row That n***a Chris Lighty came and signed me, n***a I had like ten cars Medallions down to my dick n***a, Davader suits on - haha! Saved my life n***a, I took a motherf**in' pay cut to do this sh** right here man All these rappin' n***az talkin about they dope boys, they real n***az man I don't know - I don't see these n***az, feel me? So I wanted a lil bit more than that underground sh** Had that army fatigue, the Chuckers I signed a n***a by the name of Big Pun That n***a went double plat on n***az We was at the Grammy's with motherf**in fo' fifths in our waist n***a Hahahaha! So you know Pun pa**ed, I had to carry on tradition n***a Don Cartagena had to rise to the occasion All by myself n***a! Linked up with the R, linked up with Ashanti - the rest was history n***a Platinum plaques man We been rollin ever since man, we been bank rollin ever since man You feel me? That Lean Back was number one song of the f**in decade Check the f**in Billboard n***a! sh**! n***az wanna sleep on Crack n***az wanna front onCrack, I said, "f** y'all n***az, I'm goin independent man!" Make it Rain, three million iTunes sold man I don't give a f** n***a! Fight for my life, this is the resurrection n***a! Hop out the motherf**in' casket - brush the motherf**in' dust off my shoulders n***a! Yeah - see what you don't understand is that I eat, sleep, drink music man Nobody knows music like me man - this is what I do man! All these miserable f**s man â?? e'rybody got they f**in hand out E'rybody want you to just come, give 'em money Go across the world n***a, go earn, come back and give 'em money for free man Tell them n***az get a life, get a job, s** a dick n***a It's Crack b**h! Welcome to the Darkside - a.k.a. "I Don't Give a f** Music" n***a A.k.a. "I Will k** You n***az Music" - haha! Seen that n***a Puff surfin on the hood n***a You k**ed that Harlem sh** bruh - HA! Yeah, Darkside n***a [echoes] Azariah I love you baby - that's my little Queen Ryan what up? Junito what up? Chu-Chu what up? John-John what up? Gianni what up n***a? - HA! [echoes] Little Joe rock on, Little Joe rest in peace Big Fred rest in peace Guru [echoes] rest in peace n***a Now I can officially say hip-hop is dead n***a Crack n***a