Well, well, well, well
Hello baby
Fool, one day you're here
And then you're gone
Well, well, well
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah
I know (la-da-da-da-da)
Yeah
Well, well
I know, I know, I know
Yeah

Mama put me out at only fourteen
So I start sellin' crack cocaine and codeine
Time to stack some paper, I gotta do it quick
Thinkin' I'm a juvenile but they don't know who they messin' with
Yeah, my mama's only son
But I live every day like it's my muthafuckin last one
Every nigga and they mama askin why
But I'm in the game live by the game
And in the game I'ma die
And if I die or should I say if I go (yeah)
Bury me in Hiram Clarke next to the Come N Go (huh)
'Cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
The only thin' promised to a playa is the penitentiary
So I'ma take care of my business on the smooth tip
Watch my back sellin crack and pack two clips
And when ya think about that you say, "It'll be on"
It's a trip you're here today
But the next day you're gone

One day you're here, baby (yeah)
And then you're gone (the next day you're gone) (well, well)
One day you're here, baby (ooh)
And then you're gone (baby, the next day you're gone)
One day you're here, baby (then you're gone)
And then you're gone (the next day you're gone) (yeah)
One day you're here, baby (then you're gone)
And then you're gone

This world we livin' in, man it ain't nothin' but drama
Everyone wanna harm ya
In New York niggas gettin' shot for bombers
Now they got your life in the palm of they hand like California
Niggas with dubs of hydroponic marijuana
Gangbangin got the ghetto hotter than a sauna
Down in Orange my nigga Pots died on the corner
Behind a funky-ass dice game
I saw him once before he died wish it was twice, man (once in the evenin')
I remember bein' eight deep off in Chucky crib
Lettin' us act bad not givin' a fuck what we did
When we lost him I knew the world was comin' to the end
And I had to quit lettin' that devil push me to a sin
My brother been in the pen for damn near ten
But now it look like when he come out man I'm goin' in (yeah)
So shit I walk around with my mind blown in my own fuckin' zone
'Cause one day you're here, the next day you're gone

One day you're here, baby
And then you're gone (the next day you're gone)
One day you're here, baby (ooh)
And then you're gone (oh)

I'm up early 'cause ain't enough light in the daytime
Smoke two sweets and sold three chickens 'fo the clock strike nine
Big nut holder, my boulders smolder on the PA pipes
AK loader as I get swallowed under city lights
Niggas be lookin shife, so I look shife back
Can't show no weakness with these bitches, get your life jacked
Man, it's a trip where I stay, especially for me
Them bitches tryin' to lock me up for the whole century (no, no, no, no, no, no)
They gave my nigga Donny forty, Dante nineteen
I wish that we could smoke again and take a tight lean
My world a trip you can ask Bun B, bitch, I ain't no liar
My man BoBo just lost his baby in a house fire (oh yeah)
And when I got on my knees that night to pray
I asked God, "Why You let these killers live and take my homeboy's son away?"
Man if you got kids Show 'em you love 'em 'cause God just might call 'em home
'Cause one day they're here and baby the next day they're gone

Ooh
Gone
I know, you know
Well, well
Yeah
Ah, la-da-da-da
Then you're gone
I know
Gone (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Then they gone
One day you're here
Come on
And then you're gone
I know, you know
I know, yeah
Ah, la-da-da-da
Mmm
Ooh, no, no, no, no, no
Come on
No, no, no, no
Baby, baby (come on)
La-da-da-da
One day you're here, baby
And then you're gone (the next day you're gone)
One day you're here, baby (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And then you're gone, gone
The next day you're gone (gone, gone)
Come on, don't leave me
Yeah
Don't leave me baby
Oh, oh, oh, then you're gone

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Bernard Freeman, Chad Butler, Christopher Barriere, Christopher Jasper, Ernie Isley, Marvin Isley, O'Kelly Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley