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fat joe - i'm gone lyrics

[intro: fat joe]
yeah!
this is it y’all (darkside), darkside vol. 1
hope you enjoyed
we had to take you out cl-ssic status, you feel me?
we had to touch it (darkside) – yeah!
so i say

[chorus: fat joe (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 situation my son”)

[verse: fat joe]
premo on the beat, yeah i know it sounds different
but his man’s just p-ssed, 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-ck 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 n0body put the battery
cause those things’ll go ‘pop pop’ through your anatomy
i’m hungry n-gga, i’ll eat your flesh
i’m a butcher, chainsaw through your spleen and chest
there’s a darkside of texas too, word to syndicate
no matter how intricate sh-t gets, the hit you get
joe crack, yeah man on fire
conversating with the devil, rocking diamond messiahs
uhh, i seek the truth while the streets admire me
k!llers 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-ggas owe before i come for your babies
“listen to the situation my son”, so i say

[outro: fat joe]
yeah! been in this game for a minute man – seen a lot of sh-t 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-gga chris lighty came and signed me
n-gga i had like ten cars
medallions down to my d-ck n-gga, dappa dan suits on – haha!
saved my life n-gga
i took a motherf-cking pay cut to do this sh-t right here man
all these rapping n-ggas talkin about they dope boys, they real n-ggas man
i don’t know – i don’t see these n-ggas, feel me?
so i wanted a lil’ bit more than that underground sh-t
had that army fatigue, the chuckers
i signed a n-gga by the name of big pun
that n-gga went double plat’ on n-ggas
we was at the grammy’s with motherf-cking fo’ fifths in our waist n-gga
hahahaha!
so you know pun p-ssed, i had to carry on tradition n-gga
don cartagena had to rise to the occasion
all by myself n-gga!
linked up with the r., linked up with ashanti
the rest was history n-gga, platinum plaques man
we been rolling ever since man
we been bank rolling ever since man
you feel me? that lean back was number one song of the f-cking decade
check the f-cking billboard n-gga! sh-t!
n-ggas wanna sleep on crack
n-ggas wanna front on crack
i said, “f-ck y’all n-ggas, i’m going independent man!”
make it rain, three million itunes sold man
i don’t give a f-ck n-gga!
fight for my life, this is the resurrection n-gga!
hop out the motherf-cking casket – brush the motherf-cking dust
off my shoulders n-gga!
yeah, see what you don’t understand is that i eat, sleep, drink music man
n0body knows music like me man – this is what i do man!
all these miserable f-cks man e’rybody got they f-cking hand out
e’rybody want you to just come, give ’em money
go across the world n-gga, go earn
come back and give ’em money for free man
tell them n-ggas get a life, get a job, suck a d-ck n-gga
it’s crack b-tch!
welcome to the darkside – a.k.a. “i don’t give a f-ck music” n-gga
a.k.a. “i will k!ll you n-ggas music” – haha!
seen that n-gga puff surfing on the hood n-gga
you k!lled that harlem sh-t bruh – ha!
yeah, darkside n-gga {-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-gga? – ha! {-echoes-}
little joe rock on, little joe rest in peace
big fred rest in peace
guru {-echoes-} rest in peace n-gga
now i can officially say hip-hop is dead n-gga
crack n-gga

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