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on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah

I got flames

Hennessy different
You get ya crew jammed up
I got my blue bands up
I'll put you down when we come in
Contact like this two hand touch
Arsonal puts his hands

back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't

and I wasn't even ready to come in yet
Ah
Let me set this drink down
Beat up a gal, start beef with a pal
Probably be wild 'til I'm wrinkled

and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They

of the point by the time i spent there puttin commas
Spent 80k in prada
New gold chains in the chevy impala
And if you think that i ain't with the name you gon

Learned the value of the point by the time i spent there puttin commas .. 
Spent 80k in prada ..
New gold chains in the chevy impala ..
And if you think

Simmons Incorporated

Run-D.M.C.

Crown Royal

1999

[Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast what's goin down, what's goin down

The gun aimed at the inner sanctum, of the victims
Yup, they won't even listen, just pissed off
By the guidance of television, it's a special edition
Here

Kiss Your Ass Goodbye [Remix]

Beanie Sigel

After Taxes

2005

in New York or down in the south
I'm out in the trap with gold in my mouth
They booked me for the clubs in the hood
Where niggas scared to go but

Simmons Incorporated

Run-D.M.C.

Crown Royal [Clean]

1999

[Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast what's goin down, what's goin down

give me a migraine
Yall can't fuck with me
Cause I got diamonds and a gold chain
I ain't ever bowing down
Get the fuck up off my throne
Bitch my wrist is

know I
Don't wanna be put in the spotlight
Back in the zone everything I touch gold, Midas
If you find me in the coal know that I'm heating up
Soon to be

the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,

in the shadows like I'm in the night
Ay, I'm always chasing
Speedin' in the Honda S2k I'm always racin'
Always on the top and you know me I'm always

Robitussin', put a baby in the oven
Nigga, end of discussion
Young Nola, he a different breed, walk down drive-bys
Haha, nigga ridin' round in a track hawk
With

wanna burn no bridges
Now I'm like hell nah imma light up the flame
I remember you used to be my new edition
Then yo heart went cold left me standing in

She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in

Gotta Eat

Killah Priest

View From Masada

2000

Priest kissed by the widow spider that spit saliva
I write for lifers and boxers at rikers
I write pain
Blue ink replaced the blood in my veins
Thug in

cause I'm that greedy
You got to feed me in stacks
What up to Crakk Peedi
State property, racially profiled
State trooper stopping me, I'm low down
Dirty

Raiders of the Lost Art

Kool Moe Dee, Treacherous Three

Raiders of the Lost Art

1994

Special K ]
Time to pay the bills with lyrical skills
Built in time to lock deals
Crack seals, we build the real
Technique, unique technique
Did you

have so much confidence 
They don't raise their hands they're raising their fist 
It's a shame you don't know my name though
The gold I got fills pots by

you
Man's been shotting 4s from back in
The day like President T
Frisco's back in your face
Sit down get back in your place
I'm back in the race shut ya

Off rip, I'm a double M-G nigga
Running this shit bet you
Lil' niggas flea-flicker
Windows down, letting bitches snicker
Got cheap bitches, got cheap