Havoc - Gone lyrics

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Havoc - Gone lyrics

[Intro] Yeah… this is what they want, right? Give ‘em what they want, right? Yeah, yeah… thirteen [Verse 1] 2013, funny how time flyin' It ain't a thing changed in regard to the iron Hit you motherf**ers, go push it to the essence Hollow-tip slugs that'll pierce through the vests Anybody could get it, I send a clear message I ain't talkin' bout textin', I get down in the trenches Hang ‘em like Texans, give ‘em just enough rope To do it on his own, after that, I'm ghost Posted up back at the crib, gettin' top Guap over hoes, get your hands out the pot f** a #1 spot, and your little rap favorites Young, rich and famous, I'm amongst the hood's greatest All will salute to the criminal element Run up in your residence, catch him in his sleep n***as so shook they wanna turn a new leaf Cryin' like a b**h when they see the blood leak [Hook] When it's on, we ain't soppin' ‘til somebody's gone Keep thinkin' it's a game, get your life gone Your whole team a bunch of cowards Where they at? Gone Give a n***a gun showers then I'm out, gone When it's on, we ain't stoppin' ‘til somebody's gone Keep thinkin' it's a game, get your life gone Your whole team a bunch of cowards Where they at? Gone Give a n***a gun showers then I'm out, gone [Verse 2] I been gettin' paper early, that hustler's ambition k**er instinct, body anything flinchin' Put n***as on mute, use the .9 like a remote An end to the f**ery you tryin' to promote We was in the same boat ‘til I threw ‘em overboard Fed ‘em to the sharks, give you what your hand called Fall – know I keep the goons on call Ball ‘til I fall, hope you n***as all crawl f** your life - I ain't never gave two f**s Ain't nothin' to us to have that a** tied up in the trunk In the middle of nowhere, they probably won't find you Do a n***a dirty, you don't wanna be my rival Now you caught up in the mix, in some real deep sh** I can spot a mile away, n***as never peep sh** It's all about bein' on point and never slippin' n***as spread they business talkin' like little b**hes [Hook] [Verse 3] They asked me what's good, I tell ‘em I can't call it Plottin' on the law, if I tell you, I might spoil it Same sh**, different toilet – n***as know my resume Have you bleedin' like a pig outside of Heaven's Gate QB mafia, la Costra Nostra Whole team in the precinct on wanted posters Already on the run, so don't give a f** And if we don't like you, f**in' get rid of ya [Hook]

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