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 God!) I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Darkside, Darkside
(Darkside) - Yeah! So I say [Chorus (sample)] 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
Darkside) - Yeah! So I say [Chorus (sample)] 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
yeah, I'm 'bout that! I put a hole in a nigga; yeah, I'm a 'bout that! Paper stacks bricks flip; yeah, I'm 'bout that! That I-95 trip I'm 'bout that! [
Everything About You I Mean... Damn! You Make Me Feel Good..! [Chorus:] When I'm Gone Girl I Miss You, When I'm At Home I Get With Ya I Be Right Back
like, I'm on top of, or in front of them, If I aint the best dog then I'm one of them, Listenn I'm a different kind of boss, I'm Cut from a different
Jim Jones - talking over Chorus at first] Whassup Ghost? Westhaven Sucker! I hear you Ghost Jones! F.EM.L, Fuck 'em and we leave 'em (I'm gone) P-I-M
a crap game Niggas think I'm soft cause now I'm in the rap game And I don't hang out as much Bang out dope cuts Standing on stage and I'm grabbing my
up for nothing I'm smelling like shit and my chin is scruffing And I'm chewing on my food like a pitbull Cuz I won't front for the ho Stuck my face in
My my, I'm big huh, I rip my, through your I'm sick, you couldn't measure my, with six rulers Hold up, chula, I'm all about gettin loot But I knock that
I was tossin them O's Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow (Cycle the flow) I'm emotional (I hug the block) Aye, I'm so emotional (I love my glock) Cash
so groovy I'm feeling so groovy I'm feeling so groovy it sucks Phone's disconnected, hey I'll never learn Just eleven more months 'til my income tax returns I'm
so groovy I'm feeling so groovy I'm feeling so groovy it sucks Phone's disconnected, hey I'll never learn Just eleven months 'til my income tax return I'm
I said it out Bet cha bout them dolla On the best cause I'm back I'm the true and certified who resieded pimpin back Fat joe is cood coke and the crack
down like tonya harden, bitch I'm cold not dude off martin pockets just fat like the clumps in orbit bitch I'm fly like a magic carpet and bitch I'm fresh
I look like I'm from Hong Kong, Boy I got more green than a bitch of Don Juan, Haha Ok, I'm not a rookie I'm a pro; Methazine fiend, Make the homies
My my, I'm big huh, I rip my prick through your hooters I'm sick, you couldn't measure my dick with six rulers Hold up, chula, I'm all about gettin loot But I
love me even though I'm fat, I rans the track My pants are saggin', you see my crack Now that's Joey from da block, the only one I got Sing on the more
