Текст песни I'm Gone

[Intro: ~Fat Joe~]

Yeah!*

This is it y'all (Darkside), Darkside Volume One

Hope you enjoyed

We had to take you out classic status, you feel me?

We had to touch it (Darkside) - Yeah!

So I say

[Chorus: {*sample}]

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 situationmy son")

[Fat Joe:]

Premo on the beat, yeah I know it sounds different

But his man's just passed, 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 - fuck that, I'm (GangStarr)

Tell Nas (hip-hop's dead) now, my man's gone

As I rise to the top, knee-deep in thegame 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 nigga, 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 shit 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

Killers 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 niggaz owe before I come for your babies?

[DJ Premier scratches] "Listen to the situation my son"

So I say

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Outro: ~Fat Joe~]

Yeah! Been in this game for a minute man - seen a lot of shit man
Fat Joe - I'm Gone - http://ru.motolyrics.com/fat-joe/im-gone-lyrics.html
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 nigga Chris Lighty came and signed me, nigga I had like ten cars

Medallions down to my dick nigga, Davader suits on - haha!

Saved my life nigga, I took a motherfuckin pay cut to do this shit right hereman

All these rappin niggaz talkin about they dope boys, they real niggaz man

I don't know - I don't see these niggaz, feel me?

So I wanted a lil bit more than that underground shit

Had that army fatigue, the Chuckers

I signed a nigga by the name of Big Pun

That nigga went double plat on niggaz

We was at the Grammy's with motherfuckin fo' fifths in our waist nigga

Hahahaha!

So you know Pun passed, I had to carry on tradition nigga

Don Cartagena had to rise to the occasion

All by myself nigga!

Linked up with the R, linked up with Ashanti - the rest was history nigga

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 fuckin decade

Check the fuckin Billboard nigga!

Shit! Niggaz wanna sleep on Crack

Niggaz wanna front onCrack, I said, "Fuck y'all niggaz, I'm goin independent man!"

Make it Rain, threemillion iTunes sold man

I don't give a fuck nigga!

Fight for my life, this is the resurrection nigga!

Hop out the motherfuckin casket - brush the motherfuckin dust off my shouldersnigga!

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 fucks man - e'rybody got they fuckin hand out

E'rybody want you to just come, give 'em money

Go across the world nigga, go earn, come back and give 'em money for free man

Tell them niggaz get a life, get a job, suck a dick nigga

It's Crack bitch!

Welcome to the Darkside - a.k.a. "I Don't Give a Fuck Music" nigga

A.k.a. "I Will Kill You Niggaz Music" - haha!

Seen that nigga Puff surfin on the hood nigga

You killed that Harlem shit bruh - HA!

Yeah, Darkside nigga [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 nigga? - HA! [echoes]

Little Joe rock on, Little Joe rest in peace

Big Fred rest in peace

Guru [echoes] rest in peace nigga

Now I can officially say hip-hop is dead nigga

Crack nigga