gone And I?m just a memory I hope you can recall What I was saying Was nothing but the truth Well, I?m gone It was nice to meet you But I?m gone I?m
brings Well, I'm gone, it was nice to meet you But I'm gone, I'm sure gonna miss you But I'm gone, it was nice to meet you But I'm gone, I'm sure gonna
Chorus] [Third Verse] All you wannabe thugs, hit the dirt, snatch your chick and your kid Cuz when them slugs hit your shirt, you gone wish that you
about to have a fight, look, look (we can throw it off nigga) (What's up nigga? What's up?) Throw yo mothafuckin hands up nigga That's right, we gone
reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell Huggin on my mama from a jail cell And who'd think in elementary? Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day
you always stay down for a nigga, so that's why I love you Reminiscin needin tissues, fightin over childish issues Swear I can't live witchu but withouchu every day
huh) Reminiscin' on late nights when I try to lay up but couldn't get off cause your baby would stay up She even crashed the whip tryin' to switch in the third
excused from the roundtable admissions committee Activist legends turned hostage in fallen cities Dirty earthlings circling vision immaculate Spin me dizzy in a crosswalk My too far gone
more confidence and peace Sometimes dreams come true Third milllenium, mankind is hopeful, Hopes for kids As a kid, I dreamt I could one day be in a
Held access to the fairy tale to be her sole witness Hop scotch on the block in the hot Chicago sun Double Dutch, selling lemonade til the day was done
the most prestigious couple just kickin back parked against a perfectly blue sky on a morning beatific in its Indian summer breeze on the day that
ourselves, as some of us believe that this is peace A grain of rice a day Keeps malnutrition at bay...(bollocks) Most so called aid to the third world
advanced To blow you all away Soon you'll understand That we will burn your land On this judgement day [Chorus] Much is gone Fight's not done Third
stay and your way won?t be my way could i believe in you today dead men tell no tales angels from this earth gone to the sky gone to everywhere
goin, gone, sold What's cooler than bein cool? (ICE COLD) Y'all know that I do this for all my niggaz and my bitches And it's murder 'til day that I die
