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"You don't know nothing do you? |
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That's the beauty of gold |
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It never tarnishes |
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Lasts forever, too |
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You can melt it down, pound it, twist it, piss on it |
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But it's always the same gold |
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It was here long before we were and it'll be here a long time after we're gone |
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I bet you a lot of men have died for the gold that's just in this one piece" |
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[Verse 1:] |
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If you cry under fire then you wasn't built for war |
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If a pimp take you girl then your girl was never yours |
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Mental kickboxer, still test jaws |
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I'm Grandmaster, Grimm Reaper |
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Feds snooping at door like Mr. Roper |
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Monitored cause talented like Mr. Ripley |
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State frustrated, hated, can't get me |
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The Gingerbread Man but for short call me Gingy |
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Suicidal, jump right in a glass of milk |
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I'm made of dough so watch a nigga swell |
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I could never fall apart cause mad is the flow |
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You could never ever take my crown, I'll kill you at a show |
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Hit stars with guns, make 'em see stars |
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Hit cops with dum-dums, trying to be smart |
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Gotta lay him down, didn't know he was a narc |
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Gingerbread man but I have a stone heart |
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Payback extortion from fraternal order |
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Informant sent letter to D.A. with tracing paper |
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With invisible ink, trapped in magic library |
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I wanna scream but it's a secret indictment |
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Judge whistle Dixie from excitement |
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The law is a lefty, so where the rights went? |
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Pain on display for world like David Blaine |
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True crime stories but they think I entertain |
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A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream |
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I want the money fuck the fame |
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A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream |
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I want the money fuck the fame |
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A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream |
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I want the money fuck the fame |
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A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream |
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I want the money, I want the money, I want the money |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Are you down with so and so? |
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What's your gimmick? |
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Nothing, my life is lyrics so I spit it |
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When murder is something that you become accustomed to |
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Taking a life just don't fuck with you |
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House niggas faceless, buried in field of potters |
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Field niggas found shelter, now squatters |
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If eyes are the window to soul, then why am I squinting? |
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My face is on the money that I'm printing, strike a pose |
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Wanna take life, strike my foes |
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I rolled through Hell and it froze |
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My halo got burnt but it still glows |
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I'm not on my feet but I stay on my toes |
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If we ain't cool then that's the way it goes |
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Forget all the kid shit fucking with a grown man |
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Niggas running around fantasizing like they're Peter Pan |
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Your life's a scam and I'm a fuck it up like Neverland |
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A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream |
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I want the money fuck the fame |
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A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream |
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I want the money fuck the fame |
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A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream |
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I want the money fuck the fame |
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A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream |
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I want the money, I want the money, I want the money |
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All that other shit is overrated |
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I want the money |
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Cash |
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[Sample from "Trespass":] |
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"I don't know what this stuff is anymore |
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God's gold, our gold, fool's gold |
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What we can do is take as many of them as we can and hope for the best" |
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"What about trading the gold to 'em for our safety? " |
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"They'd kill us anyway |
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I would if I was them |
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Truth is Vince I don't see any way we're gonna get out of here quiet" |
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A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream, cream cream |
