Gone Lyrics

Slaughterhouse Gone

[Intro: DJ Drama]
Truthfully, it's what the game did to us
It's what it made me
Me, myself, I'm just tried to get my name on the flyer
That's it, we look back, like damn I did it
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'
Cause I'm gone, I'm gone, gone, gone
Cause 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 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 exist
Living in the belly, of the beast is a real abyss
Walk in a straight line is what you entertain
Then you slang to pay your bills, that's your ying 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 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 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..ck 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 playing Sean I'm good, I'm grown
Nigga 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 button 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, pause that block, I ride past that for them beats
But my niggas 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..cking 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 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 it was about to heat up, it's taking a while to get warm
If not for the fact that I love you niggas, and we all get along
I swear we'd been got
Thought we could all see the writing on the wall
Now after chivalry we was rebels and exciting as before
Or Maybe the fact I've been solo so long
It's kinda spoilt me or when I'm annoyed and try to avoid
Becoming a victim of loyalty
We was so cuttin' edge
My address is the f..cking ledge
Won't be unhappy, I know how I get one in this state
If I let them f..ck 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]