Fat Joe - I'm Gone lyrics

Yeah!
This is it y'all (Darkside) , Darkside Vol 1
Hope you enjoyed
We had to take you out classic status
You feel me?
We had to touch it (Darkside) - yeah!
So I say

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")

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 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 nobody put the battery
Cause those things'll go 'pop
Pop' through your anatomy
I'm hungry nigga, 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 shit 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
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 BIG, 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 niggas owe before I
Come for your babies
"Listen to the situation my son", so I say

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")

Yeah! Been in this game for a minute man
- seen a lot of shit 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 nigga Chris Lighty came and signed me
Nigga I had like ten cars
Medallions down to my dick nigga
Dappa dan suit's on - haha!
Saved my life nigga
I took a motherfucking pay cut to
Do this shit right here man
All these rapping niggas talkin
About they dope boys, they real niggas man
I don't know - I don't see these niggas
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 niggas
We was at the Grammy's with motherfucking
Fo' fifths in our waist nigga ha ha haha!
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 rolling ever since man
We been bank rolling ever since man
You feel me? That Lean Back was number
One song of the fucking decade
Check the fucking Billboard nigga! Shit!
Niggas wanna sleep on Crack
Niggas wanna front on Crack
I said, "Fuck y'all niggas
I'm going independent man!"
Make it Rain, three million iTunes sold man
I don't give a fuck nigga!
Fight for my life
This is the resurrection nigga!
Hop out the motherfucking casket -
Brush the motherfucking dust
Off my shoulders nigga!
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 fucking 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 niggas get a life, get a job
Suck a dick nigga it's Crack bitch!
Welcome to the Darkside - aka "I
Don't Give a Fuck Music" nigga
Aka "I Will Kill You Niggas Music" - haha!
Seen that nigga Puff surfing
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