Artist: Slaughterhouse & DJ Drama f/ K-Young Album: On the House Song: Gone Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: DJ Drama] Truthfully, it's what the game did to us It's what it made me Me myself, I just try to get my name on the flyer That's it, and look back, like damn I did it It came with a price though At some point, we all gone [Chorus: K-Young] The room is spinnin My mind is running around in circles I can't even hear the thoughts I'm thinkin Cause I'm gone, I'm gone, gone gone Cause I'm gone, I'm gone, gone gone [Crooked I] Talkin to myself I tell me "Crooked is real as this" Life is a bitch and, death wanna steal a kiss Slap you when you're born, when you're gone they feel your wrist to see if your pulse still exists Livin in the belly, of the beast is a real abyss! Yeah, walk in a straight line is what you entertain Then you slang to pay your bills, that's your ying and yang A daily challenge to find balance within your brain There's somethin else, livin inside your heart, other than your pain I look at life as a lesson For me to change is like a Rolex for a gift, no better time than the present If not, I'ma be smokin chronic Drinkin on vodka 'til I choke on my own vomit cause life's a broken promise [Chorus] w/ ad libs [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 only in that group to keep from bein in the streets to distribute yay? Is Royce and Marshall 'bout to link and go their secret way? Is Joe gon' start a show with all his hoes like he the protˆ©gˆ© 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 fuck with Flex but you worry what Charlemagne think? Cause you from the D and don't get no radio play in ya own home Long as y'all playin Sean I'm good, I'm grown, nigga I'm gone [Chorus] [Joell Ortiz] Have you ever tried to stop cryin 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 button up Don't crumble up when you approachin 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 cause I'm a G Royce, far as that block I ride past that for them beats But my niggaz mathematics? Bad traffic, still in the streets Long as they there, I'm there, survivin for them ones But they won't stay there, I swear I'ma write 'em out the slums So when a gun is drawn in the hood man they good On my tour bus puffin bumpin this song; fuckin fans feelin lucky we gone [Chorus] [Joe Budden] Thought we were defyin 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 bastards 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 Thought we was about to heat up, it's takin a while to get warm If not for the fact that I love you niggaz and we all get along I swear I done been got, thought we could all see the writin on the wall Now I'm disheveled, we was rebels, it ain't as excitin as before Or maybe the fact that I've been solo so long it's kinda spoiled me or when I'm annoyed and I try to avoid becomin a victim of loyalty We were so cuttin edge... (yeah) My address is this fuckin ledge! Won't be unhappy, I know how I get one in this state If I let 'em fuck me this time, it'll be considered rape We were saviors on our own terms I've learned if any three of you have wavered let me know so I can wave good, nah [Chorus]