GZA/Genius - Gold(1995)

[00:00.83] Aiyo shorty, yo that's my word
[00:02.20] Oh, y'all smelling y'all piss now y'all think y'all gold
[00:05.02] Yo anybody get caught flinging over here
[00:08.73] I'm returning 'em, that's my word they getting blasted
[00:10.34] Anything from 220 to 140, that's mine
[00:12.74] Y'all need to step the fuck off
[00:14.31] Y'all niggas ain't crazy for real
[00:16.07] Yo, the fiends ain't coming fast enough
[00:19.88] There is no cut that's pure enough
[00:22.66] I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
[00:25.19] Product must be sold to you
[00:27.38] I'm deep down in the back streets, in the heart of Medina
[00:30.05] About to set off something more deep than a misdemeanor
[00:32.58] Under the subway, waiting for the train to make noise
[00:35.84] So I can blast a nigga and his boys, for what?
[00:38.63] He pushed up on the block and made the dope sales drop
[00:41.42] Like the crash in the Dow Jones stock
[00:43.39] I had a connect to cross-sales, to catch more mill's
[00:46.77] Than ho-bitches got birth control pills
[00:48.35] I'm in the park setting up a deal over blunt fire
[00:51.46] Bum nigga sleeping on the bench, they had him wired
[00:54.45] Peeped my convo, the address of my condo
[00:57.34] And how I changed a nigga name to John Doe
[00:59.50] And while we set up camp, we got vamped
[01:01.86] Put the stake through his heart, I ripped his fucking fangs apart
[01:04.51] Snake got smoked on the set like Brandon Lee
[01:07.17] Blown out the frame like Pan Am Flight 103
[01:10.03] He got swung on, his lungs was torn
[01:12.18] A kingpin just castled with his rook and lost a pawn
[01:14.92] A regular on the block that played lookout
[01:17.54] For preying predator with a Glock, he should have took out
[01:20.12] No neighbourhood is rough enough
[01:22.51] There is no clip that's full enough
[01:25.26] I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
[01:27.76] Product must be sold to you
[01:29.75] Fiends ain't coming fast enough
[01:33.01] There is no cut that's pure enough
[01:35.57] I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
[01:38.22] Product must be sold to you
[01:40.39] It's mandatory that I supply all my troops with mega firearms
[01:43.33] Big apes and spread 'em out like crops on a farm
[01:46.02] To get cream, sometimes they repaint the scene
[01:48.57] Like the last episode on gates, and other niggas
[01:51.39] Plant bombs till the smoke from the blast becomes thick
[01:53.90] And flows through, all they knew, he's gun sick
[01:56.51] His Glock clicks like high-heeled shoes on parquet floors
[01:59.22] Mad sick, stand on hills and invade wars
[02:01.92] Filthy foul, shovelling dirt, he's out to hurt
[02:04.50] For instance, chop off hands, attack worth
[02:07.09] His idols would lock down airports and extort
[02:09.76] Some import, catching ten percent of what the fiends snort
[02:12.66] Up in the ski resorts, up in hills
[02:14.94] They move keys and had the skis making drops on snowmobiles
[02:17.51] The plan was to expand, catch seven figures, release triggers
[02:20.87] And live large and bigger than my nigga
[02:22.51] Who promised his moms a mansion with mad room
[02:24.93] She died and he still put a hundred grand in her tomb
[02:28.04] Open wounds, he hid behind closed doors
[02:30.34] And still organizes crime and drug wars
[02:33.11] Fiends ain't coming fast enough
[02:35.66] There is no cut that's pure enough
[02:37.99] I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
[02:41.14] Product must be sold to you
[02:42.76] No neighborhood is rough enough
[02:46.25] There is no clips that's full enough
[02:48.79] I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
[02:51.12] Product must be sold to you
[02:53.56] There's no cuffs that's tight enough
[02:56.57] There is no niggas that's fuck with us
[02:59.15] I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
[03:02.16] Product must be sold to you
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