Slaughterhouse - Gone lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama] Truthfully This what the game did to us This what it made me Me myself, I just try to get my name on the flyer That's it, you look back, like damn I did it Came with a price though At some point, we all gone [Hook: K-Young] The room is spinnin' My mind is running around in circles I can't even hear the thoughts I'm thinkin' Cuz I'm gone, I'm gone, gone gone Cuz I'm gone, I'm gone, gone gone [Verse 1: Crooked I] Talkin' to myself, I tell me Crooked is real as this Life is a b**h and d**h wanna steal a kiss Slap you when you're born, when you're gone they feel your wrist To see if your pulse still exist Living in the belly, of the beast is a real abyss Walk in a straight line is what you entertain Then you slang, you pay your bills, that‘s your yin and yang The daily challenge to find balance within your brain There's something else, living inside your heart other than your pain I look as life as a lesson For me to change is like a Rolex for a gift No better time than the present If not, I'mma be smokin' chronic Drinkin' 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 keep From being in the streets to distribute yay Is Royce and Marshall ‘bout to link and go their secret way Is Joe gonna start a show with all his hoes Like he the protégé of Stevie J for easy pay Before y'all become a memory Would y'all please do a song with Kendrick, Young Money, and MMG? These questions and suggestions they hard to maintain When you f** 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 home Long as y'all playing Sean I'm good, I'm grown n***a I'm gone [Hook] [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz] Have you ever tried to stop crying but couldn't? Them shots fly in my hood and Sometimes it'll force a guy to say bye bye to a good one Dust some slacks from in the back of that closet and bu*ton up Don't crumble up, when you approaching his mother that hug is tough It'll make you asthmatic, some can't hack it but look at me I wear my hat backwards and rap fantastic cuz I'm a G Royce, as far as that block, I ride past that for them B's But my n***as mathematics? Bad traffic, still in the streets As long as they there, I'm there survivin' for them ones But they won't stay there, I swear I'mma write ‘em out the slums So when a gun is drawn in the hood, man they good, on my tour bus Puffing bumping this song, f**ing fans feeling lucky we gone [Hook] [Verse 4: Joe Budden] Thought we were defying the odds, I thought that we weathered the storm I thought that we'd travel the same road, I thought that we'd never conform Don't tell me you ba*tards tricked me, don't tell me that I was just wrong Cause now I'm masked and it gets to me, whenever we're about to perform Though it was about to heat up, it's taking a while to get warm It's not the fact that I love n***as, and we all get along I swear done been got Thought we could all see the writing on the wall Now I'm disheveled, we was rebels, it ain't as exciting as before Maybe the fact I've been solo so long has kinda spoiled me Or when I'm annoyed do I try to avoid becoming a victim of loyalty We was so cutting edge... my address is the f**ing ledge Won't be unhappy, I know how I get in this state If I let them f** me this time, it'll be considered rape We were saviours on our own terms I've learned if any three of you have wavered Let me know so I can wave good... Nah (Hook)