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We met on The Avenue
By the trail of shops on a hillside view
There was nothing but chemistry
As the city watched in a Rothko blue

London was

Shorty up on that pole (whoa)
Just to pay her tuition (yeah)
Ridin' off in your city (city) 
Couple niggas stay with me (with me)
Daddy used to shoot

it back
It was a seal of faith
Before no car notes, baby girl
She played the tourist guide
Got the keys into my city
Now she know the rides
Got new

Bar the city gates
Summon the White Wolf
His sum paid in gold
Prefaced with potions
With steel blade in hand
He descends to the crypt
To vanquish our

Yo

Yo the trains are New York Veins
The cities a cycle
People are the blood stream
Mean and ice cold laid back
Counter clockwise the dice roll
Yank

(Eddy, are you serious?)
Woah
Woah
Yea, yea, yea
Up in the city (Yeah)
Dropped a bag, fifty (Okay)
Jumpin' out the cut (Woah)
Gold teeth grinnin'

Sunrise in my eyes
Time to rise and shine
Every moment's gold
Life unfolds

Sky so clear and blue
Dreams are coming true
Heart's a boundless kite

We met on The Avenue
By the trail of shops on a hillside view.
There was nothing but chemistry
As the city watched in a Rothko blue

London was

In a rusty old pickup, down a dirt country road
With the radio playin' tales of hearts of gold
A young dreamer's eyes on the horizon gleam
Chasin'

ghosts
Will be there waiting

City life, tired eyes
You're running out of time
At half nine
You pack your bags you go out for a ride
And as you drift down

I'm gathering weapons and gold 
From where the 31 now lay dead on the ground
Once so stubborn and proud
Now slain and rotting like stray wild hounds

IS SUPER FINE
IN AMERICA, A MOUSE'S DREAM.

JUST IMAGINE NEW YORK CITY,
JUST IMAGINE OLD BROADWAY.
DON'T YOU WISH THAT YOU WERE THERE RIGHT NOW?
DON'T

going
I’ll be going home
The walls of jasper
The city made of gold
The gates of solid pearl
A beautiful home
No need of sun
No need of moon
The Lord God

Flashes of gold and white
And everything is right
Watching the city lights
I never felt more right
Than getting caught up
In the middle
Of the night
Wind

Blindfold, moving through my city with my eyes closed
Prideful, gucci make a hater more spiteful
Im so, Robert Louis Drake but in ice mode
Eyes Low,

Some said it wouldn't work, some said it wouldn't last
In New York, they say that the tempo's too fast
You disregarded, but the albums got charted
We put

like this
City of Gold, match the watch on my wrist
Break for a year, is there something I missed?
Haven’t been here, how the hell do I exist?
Album

Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by

shore
By the bends of the Mississippi, where our roots run deep
In Wonder City's shadow, we sowed, so now we reap

breath?
On the rising tide you can never fail
While your anchor holds within the veil

Will your eyes behold through the morning light
The city of gold

Gold on my neck, drumstick on my tech 
(Chapo!)
Brand new pateck, my shit cos ah corvette 
We play fo keeps, we play fo keeps 
We play fo keeps I’m

switch got the gates with the camera
Safe with the gold bars, counting them
Oh my neck wet like I stepped in the fountain
Yeah my clique so quick never

The day crept in on riverboats
Through coloured rags and scented trees
At the foot of marbled mountains
Where I woke as from a dream
In city streets

album ain't gold, now what am I to do
Get a edge up, shape up, Caesar or a baldie 
That phone goes two ways so feel free to call me
cnd buzzcut MC's can't