HAVOC

HAVOC - Gone lyrics

rate me

Yeah, this is what they want, right?

Give ‘em what they want, right?

Yeah, 13

2013, funny how time’s flying

It ain’t a thing changed in regards to the iron

Hit you motherfuckers, go, push to the essence

Hollow-tip slug that will pierce through the vests

Anybody could get it, I sent a clear message

I ain’t talking about texting, 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 a ghost

Posted up back at the crib getting top

Guap over hoes, get your hands off the pot

Fuck the number one slot and your little rap favorites

Young, rich and famous, I’m amongst the hood’s greatest

All in salute to the criminal element

Run up in your residence, catch you in your sleep

Niggas so shook they wanna turn a new leaf

Crying like a bitch when they see the blood leaking

When it’s on we ain’t stopping till somebody gone

Keep thinking it’s a game, get your life going

Whole team, a bunch of cowards, where they at? Gone

Give a nigga gun showers, then I’m out, gone

When it’s on we ain’t stopping till somebody gone

Keep thinking it’s a game, get your life going

Whole team, a bunch of cowards, where they at? Gone

Give a nigga gun showers, then I’m out, gone

I’ve been getting paper early, that’s hustler’s ambition

Killer instinct, body, anything flinching

Put your niggas on mute, use the 9 like remote

An end to the fuckery you’re tyring to promote

We was in the same boat till I threw him overboard

I fed him to the sharks, give you what you hand called

Fuck, you know I keep the goons on call

Ball till I fall, hope you niggas all crawl

Fuck your life, I ain’t never gave two fucks

Ain’t nothing to us have that ass tied up in the trunk

In the middle of nowhere, they probably won’t find you

Do a nigga dirty, you won’t wanna be my rival

Now you caught up in the mix, in some real deep shit

I can spot a mile away, niggas never peep shit

It’s all about being on point and never slipping

Niggas spreading their business talking like little bitches

When it’s on we ain’t stopping till somebody gone

Keep thinking it’s a game, get your life going

Whole team, a bunch of cowards, where they at? Gone

Give a nigga gun showers, then I’m out, gone

When it’s on we ain’t stopping till somebody gone

Keep thinking it’s a game, get your life going

Whole team, a bunch of cowards, where they at? Gone

Give a nigga gun showers, then I’m out, gone

They ask me what’s good, I tell ‘em I can’t call it

Plotting on the low, if I tell you I might spoil it

Same shit, different toilet, niggas know my resume

Hate bleeding like a pig outside the heaven’s gates

QB mafia, La Cosa Nostra

Whole team in the precinct on wanted posters

Already on the run, so don’t give a fuck

And if you don’t like it, fuck it, get rid of you

When it’s on we ain’t stopping till somebody gone

Keep thinking it’s a game, get your life going

Whole team, a bunch of cowards, where they at? Gone

Give a nigga gun showers, then I’m out, gone

When it’s on we ain’t stopping till somebody gone

Keep thinking it’s a game, get your life going

Whole team, a bunch of cowards, where they at? Gone

Give a nigga gun showers, then I’m out, gone

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