Versuri 19. Gone featuring Consequence & Cam'Ron

Wished I had told 
Ooh was the only one 
But it's too late, too late 
She's gone 
 
You sweat her, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi 
You a big L, and I ain't talkin' 'bout Cool J 
See me at the airport, at least 20 Louis 
Treat me like the prince and this my sweet brother Numpsay 
 
Brother Numpsay, groupies say I'm too choosy 
Take 'em to the show and talk all through the movies 
Says, she want diamonds, I took her to Ruby Tuesdays 
If we up in Friday's, I still have it my way 
 
Gone, we strivin' home 
Gone, we ride on chrome 
It's too late 
 
Y'all don't want no prob from me 
What you rappers could get is a job from me 
Maybe you could be my intern, and in turn 
I'll show you how I cook up summer, in the win-turr 
Aaron love the raw dog, when will he learn? 
Caught somethin' on the Usher tour he had to let it burn 
 
Plus he already got three chil'run 
Arguin' over babysitters like, ""*****, it's yo' turn" 
Damn 'Ye, it'd be stupid to ditch you 
Even your superficial raps is super official 
 
R-R-Roc Pastille with Gucci on 
With TV's in the ride, throw a movie on 
Said he couldn't rap now 
He at the top with doobie long 
'Cause the dookie's on any song 
That they threw me on 
 
Gone, we strivin' home 
Gone, I ride on chrome 
Gone, we strivin' home 
We strivin' home 
Gone, I ride on chrome 
 
Knock knock, who's there? Killa Cam, Killa who? 
Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, gorilla true 
Oh, my chinchilla blue, blue you ever dealt with a dealer? 
Well here's the deal ma we goin' to the dealer booth 
 
No concealin', no ceiling I don't need a roof 
Act up, get out, I don't need you, poof 
Poof, be gone, damn tough luck dag 
Dag, ****** still doin' puff puff pass 
 
Pull the truck up fast and I tell 'em 
Hey, back in a touched up Jag, Jag 
Y'all *****z want Killa Cam, cerebellum 
An old man just gon' tell 'em 
 
Then I see how y'all gonna react when I'm gone 
My last girl want me back then I'm on 
Fine stay, you got the grind hey 
Came back, read what the sign say 
 
Yes, I know you wanna see my demise 
Yeah, you church boy actin' like a thief in disguise 
Ain't leavin' my side, see the greed in my eyes 
Ask Abby y'all hustle for a week to the Chi 
 
And that ain't leavin' alive, please believe me 
Gave Weezy a piece of the pie, and 
You can ask Georgia or Regina 
The whole West side I explore with the Beamer now 
 
We strivin' home 
I ride on chrome 
Listen homeboy, move on 
That's your best bet, why's that? 
'Cause 
 
Uhh, uhh, yo, yo 
I been pourin' out some liquor for the fact that my pal's gone 
And tryin' to help his momma with the fact that her child gone 
And since we used to bubble like a tub full of Calgon 
Guess it's only right that I should help her from now on 
 
But since they got a foul on, what coulda gone wrong 
Now they askin' Cons, how long has this gone on? 
And maybe all this money mighta gone to my head 
'Cause they got me thinkin' money mighta gone to the feds 
 
So I ain't goin' to the dread, but he'll go on up to bed 
And when I came the next mornin' he was gone with my bread 
And with that bein' said, I had gone on my instincts 
And gone to the spots where they go to get mixed drinks 
 
But lookin' back now shoulda gone to the crib 
And rented 'Gone with the Wind', 'cause I'da gone about 10 
But I had gone with my friend, and we had gone to the bar 
And heard a ***** talkin' ***t so I had gone to the car 
 
And now the judge is tellin' me that I had gone too far 
And now we gone for 20 years, doin' time behind bars 
And since I gone to a cell for some petty crimes 
I guess I gone to the well one too many times, 'cause I'm gone 
 
Uh uh uh 
Uh uh uh uh, uh onn, uh uh uh onn 
Uh uh onn, uh uh uh I'mmm 
 
Ahead of my time, sometimes years out 
So the powers that be won't let me get my ideas out 
And that make me wanna get my advance out 
And move to Oklahoma and just live at my Aunt's house 
 
Yeah, I romance the thought of leavin' it all behind 
Kanye step away from the lime 
Light, like, when I was on the grind 
In the one, nine, nine, nine 
 
Before model chicks was bendin' over or 
Dealerships asked me Benz or Rover, man 
If I could just get one beat on Hova 
We could get up off this cheap-a** sofa 
 
What the summer of the Chi got to offer a 18 year old? 
Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play gyro 
My dawg worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural 
Fired a week later, the manager count the churros 
 
Sometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the mirror 
How we out in Europe, spendin' Euros 
They claim you never know what you got 'til it's gone 
I know I got it, I don't know what y'all on 
 
I'ma open up a store for aspiring MC's 
Won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free 
But if they ever flip sides like Anakin 
You'll sell everything includin' the mannequin 
They got a new ***ch, now you Jennifer Aniston 
 
Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panickin', stay calm 
Shorty's at the door 'cause they need more 
Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs 
They said sorry, Mr. West is gone