Lyrics Gone - Consequence , Kanye West , Cam’ron
Wished
I
had
told
Ooh
was
(the)
only
one
But
it′s
too
late,
it's
too
late
He′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
sound
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
Too
late,
we,
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,
"Bitch
- it's
yo′
turn!"
Damn
′Ye,
it'd
be
stupid
to
ditch
you
Even
your
superficial
raps
is
super
official
R-R-R-Roc
Pastelle
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...
We
strivin
home,
gone
Killa,
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,
niggaz
still
doin
puff
puff
pass
Pull
the
truck
up
fast
and
I
tell
′em
Hey,
back
in
a
touched
up
Jag,
shit
Y′all
niggaz
want
Killa
Cam,
cerebellum
An
old
man
just
gon'
tell
′em
(too
late,
he,
gone)
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
(too
late,
he,
gone)
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,
shit
And
that
ain't
leavin
alive,
please
believe
me
Gave
Weezy
a
piece
of
the
pie,
and
You
can
ask
George
or
Regina
The
whole
Westside
I
explore
with
the
Beemer
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
nigga
talkin
shit
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
onnn,
uh
uh-uh
onnn
Uh-uh
onnn,
uh
uh-uh
I'mmmm
Ah-head
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-ass
sofa
What
the
summer
of
the
Chi
got
to
offer
an
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
mirrow
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
bitch
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!
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1 Wake Up Mr. West
2 Heard 'Em Say
3 Touch The Sky
4 Gold Digger
5 Skit #1
6 Drive Slow
7 My Way Home
8 Crack Music
9 Roses
10 Bring Me Down
11 Addiction
12 Skit #2
13 Diamonds From Sierra Leone - Remix
14 We Major
15 Skit #3
16 Hey Mama
17 Celebration
18 Skit #4
19 Gone
20 Late
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