Gone Lyrics - 13 - Havoc

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Yeah... this is what they want, right? 

Give 'em what they want, right? 

Yeah, yeah... thirteen 

2013, funny how time flyin' 

It ain't a thing changed in regard to the iron 

Hit you motherfuckers, 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 

Fuck 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 

Niggas so shook they wanna turn a new leaf 

Cryin' like a bitch when they see the blood leak 

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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 nigga 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 nigga gun showers then I'm out, gone 

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I been gettin' paper early, that hustler's ambition 

Killer instinct, body anything flinchin' 

Put niggas on mute, use the .9 like a remote 

An end to the fuckery 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 niggas all crawl 

Fuck your life - I ain't never gave two fucks 

Ain't nothin' to us to have that ass tied up in the trunk 

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

Do a nigga dirty, you don'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 bein' on point and never slippin' 

Niggas spread they business talkin' like little bitches 

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 shit, different toilet - niggas 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 fuck 

And if we don't like you, fuckin' get rid of ya