Gold - GZA.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : Gary Grice/Robert Diggs
[00:00.15] 作曲 : Gary Grice/Robert Diggs
[00:00.30]Aiyo shorty, yo that's my word
[00:03.26]Oh, y'all smelling y'all piss now y'all think y'all gold
[00:05.32]Yo anybody get caught flinging over here
[00:07.81]I'm returning 'em, that's my word they getting blasted
[00:10.13]Anything from 220 to 140, that's mine
[00:12.87]Y'all need to step the **** off
[00:14.41]Y'all mother****ers ain't crazy for real
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[00:17.34]Yo, the fiends ain't coming fast enough
[00:20.08]There is no cut that's pure enough
[00:22.64]I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
[00:25.23]Product must be sold to you
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[00:27.76]I'm deep down in the back streets, in the heart of Medina
[00:30.45]About to set off something more deep than a misdemeanor
[00:33.35]Under the subway, waiting for the train to make noise
[00:36.36]So I can blast a ***** and his boys,for what?
[00:39.00]He pushed up on the block and made the shit sales drop
[00:41.35]Like the crash in the Dow Jones stock
[00:43.72]I had a connect to cross-sales, to catch more mill's
[00:46.75]Than ho-ass niggas got birth control pills
[00:48.77]I'm in the park setting up a deal over blunt fire
[00:51.77]Bum ***** sleeping on the bench, they had him wired
[00:54.51]Peeped my convo, the address of my condo
[00:57.39]And how I changed a ***** name to John Doe
[00:59.53]And while we set up camp, we got vamped
[01:01.98]Put the stake through his heart, I ripped his ****ing fangs apart
[01:04.54]Snake got smoked on the set like Brandon Lee
[01:07.44]Blown out the frame like Pan Am Flight 103
[01:10.13]He got swung on, his lungs was torn
[01:12.22]A kingpin just castled with his rook and lost a pawn
[01:14.81]A regular on the block that played lookout
[01:17.81]For preying predator with a Glock, he should have took out
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[01:21.05]No neighbourhood is rough enough
[01:22.72]There is no clip that's full enough
[01:25.15]I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
[01:27.74]Product must be sold to you
[01:30.40]Fiends ain't coming fast enough
[01:33.15]There is no cut that's pure enough
[01:35.89]I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
[01:38.22]Product must be sold to you
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[01:40.88]It's mandatory that I supply all my troops with mega firearms
[01:43.54]Big apes and spread 'em out like crops on a farm
[01:46.16]To get cream, sometimes they repaint the scene
[01:48.72]Like the last episode on gates, and other mother****ers
[01:51.49]Plant bombs till the smoke from the blast becomes thick
[01:54.07]And flows through, all they knew, he's gun sick
[01:56.68]His Glock clicks like high-heeled shoes on parquet floors
[01:59.61]Mad sick, stand on hills and invade wars
[02:02.14]Filthy foul, shovelling dirt, he's out to hurt
[02:05.28]For instance, chop off hands, attack worth
[02:07.32]His idols would lock down airports and extort
[02:09.72]Some import, catching ten percent of what the fiends snort
[02:12.72]Up in the ski resorts, up in hills
[02:14.92]They move keys and had the skis making drops on snowmobiles
[02:17.56]The plan was to expand, catch seven figures, release triggers
[02:20.66]And live large and bigger than my dick
[02:22.81]Who promised his moms a mansion with mad room
[02:25.34]She died and he still put a hundred grand in her tomb
[02:28.03]Open wounds, he hid behind closed doors
[02:30.64]And still organizes crime and drug wars
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[02:33.75]Fiends ain't coming fast enough
[02:35.79]There is no cut that's pure enough
[02:38.17]I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
[02:40.78]Product must be sold to you
[02:42.92]No neighborhood is rough enough
[02:46.26]There is no clips that's full enough
[02:48.69]I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
[02:51.31]Product must be sold to you
[02:54.13]There's no cuffs that's tight enough
[02:56.48]There is no rapper that's ****ing with us
[02:59.19]I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
[03:01.73]Product must be sold to you