Lyrics:
a bird,
Because you fulla sherm,
And by the way, fuck what u heard boy
[Hook (2x)]
[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
My nigga fuck it what u heard
You need to find out
on
Caps goin off on the streets like popcorn
Talkin bout Simon till the early morn'
Word is bond
But now I just cool
Bumpin my Gang Starr tape by my pool
I
his Cash Money piece
Told him I want it all, he said, "Even my gold teeth?"
I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black Jeep
One at a time, get
rd positions
And it looks like it's goin' to be another sure win for Team Wu-Tang
As they take home another pot of gold with this three million dollar purse
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
The streets is like a magnet
Killing brain cells
The flow that paralized the stadium
Cause when you come out
You hypnotized by the radiance
Lyrically fresh
and Steve G I copped about three
Took it to the pad broke it down by the sink
Knock at the door lay the bags by your feet
Little sister in the room ain't
yeah nigga
I got gold teeth nigga,
I’m from the streets nigga,
You got some beef nigga
We got work (We U$hIn)
We got perks (We U$hIn)
U$hIn in, U$hIn
Seigel did it
Middle of the streets, like the Beatles did it
Can't be in it when you leave, or they leave you in it
Everything that's gold ain't what it
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
Grove Street walk-up flat
Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past
With long browned lightnin' fingers he takes a cultured toke
And says,
o'clock maintains in the game
Bring the pain, the smokin' method, mane
It's not all about the fame, silly ass dames
Get a gold record and you change
it leave
You never seen it
Money, money all I know
So please don't come between it
Gold chain gold frame
Got your bitch all on my dick
Hit the hoe
Ay yo, this shit be off the knock it rock
Whatever cock block it
Cat get blown, who own this
Street corner
Foreigner hesitate to rock a Hummer
The Chinese have a saying: "Dangerous men will meet in our streets."
And so it was. We were raised between the clans,
And that meant pressure
of the year
My shades so dark and my ice so bright
My buddy in my pants wanna fight your wife
Like, round one, round two, 'round three
I told you not
triple gold so I gotta pack heat
Lay the titanium and flame up the street
down the boulevard with my hand on trigger
fools hittin' me up like
triple gold so I gotta pack heat
Lay the titanium and flame up the street
down the boulevard with my hand on trigger
fools hittin' me up like
stacking rollin'
Motion open minded when I'm flowin coldest on the mic and everybody knows it
Hoes is broken blinded by the gold and hoping they can find out
diamante, Papi
World World 3, CNN history
By the powers of God that's invested in me
Since ninety-three, locked up, I did three
Got eighty-five percent
Y'all know what this is (D-Block!)
Oh yeah, by the way
This is the remix (Woo!)
[Chorus]
You can kiss your ass goodbye (d-block, d-block,
owed me a brick, that was 3 years ago
Seen him in the club, niggas shot him in the throat
Black amigo Scooter still rob me gold
And I still got a lot
from the street with the
Killers and the real goons
Watching out for popo
Trying to sell the yayo
Trying to be the weed
Man, even selling beans, man
I'ma
From up early with the birds looking for the worms
On the corner collecting crumbs off the curb
From two phones with three locs taking turns
With my
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