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We're coming back from the dead zone
Taking our throne
As we should have long ago
Time's gone by
Be ready now, we're aquí for gold
And tonight
We're

Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast
For it is a human number
It's number is six hundred and sixty six
Six, six, six
Unholy

it safe
Working for Mr. Charlie
Praying you get the weekend off
In hope that you might be able to
Retire at sixty-seven
But to be alive, is fulfilling

dogg pound tape
Mad with no music but happy cuz freak we haulin' ass so fast down 60 street
Got no cash in my sacc
No weed in my waistband
No gold on my

raped
When brisky brought you the bass
I ball like 60 points, just 3's
Just like Jay Beyonce, ape shit
Turned the hate wheel on 180
Yea, I'm 2 seas far

Wait a minute
0-60 In 3.3 seconds
Going too fast I am indifferent dimensions
Put on by the pros riding Mclarens
Ain't no comparing
Warp drive you

hand with the red cup
Two little baddies driving crazy
Three way ting but only one ending
Oh
That body fire
60 on my neck why I retire
Tropical islands

Offering and taking it back
Making a cut right on my neck
And i got too obsessed
Just by discovering that
Every friend is a fake
It is a covering act
I need

Yea you can doubt me
And I'm gone keep on counting
Can't see the road cause I'm swerving
Lord knows I deserve it, I'm worth it
I done came up like 60

deflect
Sword by his side, he knows nothing of regret
Change chugging I need a quarter
Just a piece of gold
Nothing less than 60 portions
It'll get me

the darkness
Intricately articulating
Thoughts to flows
To differentiate my techniques
From all of those 
Who don't respect emceeing
Only have thoughts of gold

in my reach
Castle doors by the time I'm sixty four, I'm a peach
Take a seat listen close, I will not repeat
I just put a hundred on a rack
Flow is

thrown get revolked
This coke is sold by the kilo
Yo card, yo whole squad on repo
Sticks make a bitch nigga
Think that he deebo
Denoted
Get cracked with

mother Buzzin your ear the off
Then what you need is
Bee gone spray by
Psa this shit will have you bee free
Twenty four seven three sixty five
We got

He's got, no money but a heart of gold
And he's late on his gas so his flat's cold
Puts in about sixty hours a week
But he's not far off that

60 minutes with you in my house
Yeah its only overwhelming all the shit that you say
You got my back when I come but the first to talk when I'm away
So

the background a 'fro wearing number 8
In purple and gold his shoes ready and laced
Knocking down j's like it was nothin'
His fadeaways were an instant bucket

brothers catch you, they gon’ rob you just like Icebox
House got 4 stories, I feel like Disney
I been getting money, I’ma be a trillionaire by 60
You be

goin’ outta style
Starbucks
I’m a star but
I don’t want the fame
Just this currency
The ching ching
My chain swing
Gold noose
Four hundred plus
And they

Thought you was bold
But you blind
Under cut by some gold
It's too late
It unfolds
I done told
I done told

Nanananaaa na na naaa Boobooboooo
Nanananaaa na

you fingers in government coffers
The western world’s waving puppets
Driven by greed and profits
We’re electing thieves in office
For years all

been harassed while im pulled over
Apparent traffic stop
Covered by the mask
No thanks to covid
But I'm on it now
People steady talking out they jaw
But

on a Friday
Complex, down behind my lip like a pirate ship
My rose, gold obsession
Gave the world a deep depression
You can tell by my expression that you

Make a Move

Lloyd Banks

Rotten Apple

2006

Uh
G-Yeah
I'm back

[Chorus]
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means I don't play by the rules
But I can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so