Juelz Santana - Gone lyrics

[Juelz Talking]

God will never put you in a situation that you can't handle

But you can definitley put ya self in a siyuation you can't handle

And some situations end in death

And death is a mothafucka, ya dig (ya dig)

[Verse 1:Juelz]

Old timer want the block back, stop that

You been gone too long the young nigga said

Lord knows, what's goin through this young niggaz head

As the old timer stood and grilled him (man)

Pissed off, shorty looked at his man

Touched his burner like I shoulda killed him (killed him)

Shorty in deep, but he don't care

But he don't know, these old timers don't play fair (nahh)

There he go, posted on his strip again

Toast on him, niggaz wit 'em, posted on his shit again

(Uh-Oh) He actin like it can't and it won't happen

Old timer bout to blow dust off that old cabinet

(Thats,Thats,Thats) Where dem guns was kept

These young niggaz better show some respect (respect)

I'll Teach 'em a lesson, he said to his self

As he proceeded to pull the lead from his shelf

Now he headed towards shorty block, forty cocked

On his zip, on his shit, like he don't care who shorty wit

But somebody saw him, before he go to shorty

Shorty phone ring, somebody called him

Somebody warned him, he's comin, he's comin

Shorty replied, somebody stall him

Then he crept up wit his goons and guns

Whispered in to old timers ear, death is soon to come (he killed him)

[Chorus]

They say hell is hot,but is heaven cold

Know one ever knows til you Gone, gone, gone

And when you gone does ya soul drift off to a better place

Or do you jus forever fade

Away,away,away,away, like a bird when it's headed towards the sky (huh, huh)

Or do you just die (huh huh)

Or do you just perish from the earth and if so why (why)

[Verse 2:Juelz]

Baddest bitch up on the block

Prolly make a nigga cum when as soon as she get up on the cock

She fuck wit Tony don't she (don't she)

Oh he's, not ya average drug dealer, fa sho he's

Being watched by police, feds

Investigators, oh, can't forget the haters

Home girl ain't got a clue what he do for a livin

She jus think she got a dude wit a pension

She don't know dis dude is a henchman

And he move on dudes wit the cruelest intensions

All she know she got a brand new benz

And it's big enough for her and all her brand new friends (Damn)

There she go, all through the street wit it

Dude in and outta town, she all through the street wit it

We all know the street talk, we all know the street listen

Next thing she's missin....(music stops, phone rings twice)

"Hello", "Ay nigga I got yo bitch, have a million sent up or she dead"

Damn,she in deep shit, and she did nothin

I betchu she ain't see dis comin, but he did

Cause he did nothin, he ain't pay (pay)

He told 'em keep dat bitch, he okay (okay)

He got a wife and a kid, back home (listen)

And he don't care about the life that she live (Damn)

Now thats wrong (wrong)

But the story ain't over it drags on (aw man what happened next)

They wind up beating her down

Breathless, he winds up fleein the town (til the next bitch)

[Chorus]

[Juelz]

And um, I say that to say this, alotta people don't appreciate life til they gone

I mean, alotta situations can be avoided, you just gotta avoid it ya dig

These are just a few stories, there's a lot more where that came from

jus don't be one of them people I'm talkin bout, ya know....