nigga I got my niggas The Top Guns here I got mad love for the East coast, West coast, North and South We gonna sign this one off like this: Should
would never mend No matter who you trust, you simply cannot win It's always fun in the beginning but it's pain in the end Pain, pain, pain, pain Gold
solid as your city ( ? ) Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk Strollin with a slight limp Flyer than any big city pimp [ ROUND 1: Shaquel Shabazz ] Gold
Oh yeah I'm back motherfucker, Ice-T 1991 fool Told you, you should've killed me last year Once again I'm back in the place to be The I, the C, the E
got a place to sit And ride the track like a black mack in his 'lac Hit the corner slow where the girls are at And kick game the way it should be done
This goes out to all you ladies out there. A lot of you won't grow up to be lawyers or doctors, but you have a dream. And I think you should follow
fuck that Auto-Tune 'cause we on And niggas don't be mad 'cause it's all about progression Loiterers should be arrested I used to drink Cristal, them fuckers racist So I switched gold
line I bought pop across the row Then I walk through the hood, where they up to no good Slangin' them O's like a real O.G should oh, he's good, no he
So clap for him then applaud Hov He gave him the platform, flow so sick Thought he wrote the rap for him, no sir The flow cold as the shoulders of gold
for him then applaud Hov, he gave him a platform Flow so sick, thought he wrote the rap for him, no sir The flow's cold as a shoulder of a gold Digging
more atari, But the way you play your game ain't fair. I pity the fool that falls in love with you (oh shit she's a gold digger) Well (just thought you should
mines, you know Uptown, big time, doing time You know, Harley Davis baby Cash Money is what pay me so you pay me how it weigh, baby Black, gold, hundred
over I got an excuse Might be holding your hand but I'm holding it loose Go to talk then we choke its like our necks in a noose Avoid the obvious we should
a gold digger way over town That digs on me Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger But she ain't messin' wit no broke niggaz Now I ain't sayin' she a gold
Tonka Diamond F color, plush gold still gutter My dealer's in the mills motherfuck' and I ain't studder Bitter sweet, my life's a musical From holding those to Bose gold
and I'm almost Falling My hands over my shoulders Falling I'll dan, dance til I'm old and Falling Deep down, onward and From the pilot to the golden
I cannot say 'oh sweetness' like he could and I cannot play a lullaby like it should I'll give you all night movie marathon and a triple expresso so
want to breathe Falling My world?s up and I?m almost Falling My hands over my shoulders