GZA, Method Man - Gold lyrics
[GZA, Method Man - Gold lyrics]
Aiyo shorty, yo that's my word
Oh, y'all smelling y'all piss now
Y'all think y'all gold
Yo anybody get caught flinging over here
I'm returning 'em
That's my word they getting blasted
Anything from 220 to 140, that's mine
Y'all need to step the fuck off
Y'all niggas ain't crazy for real
Yo, the fiends ain't coming fast enough
There is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
I'm deep down in the back streets
In the heart of Medina
About to set off something more
Deep than a misdemeanor under the subway
Waiting for the train to make noise
So I can blast a nigga and his boys
For what? He pushed up on the block and
Made the dope sales drop
Like the crash in the Dow Jones stock
I had a connect to cross-sales
To catch more mill's
Than ho-bitches got birth control pills
I'm in the park setting up
A deal over blunt fire
Bum nigga sleeping on the bench
They had him wired
Peeped my convo, the address of my condo
And how I changed a nigga name to John Doe
And while we set up camp, we got vamped
Put the stake through his heart
I ripped his fucking fangs apart
Snake got smoked on the set like Brandon Lee
Blown out the frame like Pan Am Flight 103
He got swung on, his lungs was torn
A kingpin just castled with his
Rook and lost a pawn
A regular on the block that played lookout
For preying predator with a Glock
He should have took out
No neighbourhood is rough enough
There is no clip that's full enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
Fiends ain't coming fast enough
There is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
It's mandatory that I supply all
My troops with mega firearms
Big apes and spread 'em out
Like crops on a farm to get cream
Sometimes they repaint the scene
Like the last episode on gates
And other niggas
Plant bombs till the smoke from
The blast becomes thick
And flows through, all they knew
He's gun sick
His Glock clicks like high heeled
Shoes on parquet floors
Mad sick, stand on hills and invade wars
Filthy foul, shovelling dirt
He's out to hurt
For instance, chop off hands, attack worth
His idols would lock down airports and extort
Some import
Catching ten percent of what the fiends snort
Up in the ski resorts, up in hills
They move keys and had the
Skis making drops on snowmobiles
The plan was to expand, catch seven figures
Release triggers
And live large and bigger than my nigga
Who promised his moms a mansion with mad room
She died and he still put a
Hundred grand in her tomb
Open wounds, he hid behind closed doors
And still organizes crime and drug wars
Fiends ain't coming fast enough
There is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
No neighborhood is rough enough
There is no clips that's full enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
There's no cuffs that's tight enough
There is no niggas that's fuck with us
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
Oh, y'all smelling y'all piss now
Y'all think y'all gold
Yo anybody get caught flinging over here
I'm returning 'em
That's my word they getting blasted
Anything from 220 to 140, that's mine
Y'all need to step the fuck off
Y'all niggas ain't crazy for real
Yo, the fiends ain't coming fast enough
There is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
I'm deep down in the back streets
In the heart of Medina
About to set off something more
Deep than a misdemeanor under the subway
Waiting for the train to make noise
So I can blast a nigga and his boys
For what? He pushed up on the block and
Made the dope sales drop
Like the crash in the Dow Jones stock
I had a connect to cross-sales
To catch more mill's
Than ho-bitches got birth control pills
I'm in the park setting up
A deal over blunt fire
Bum nigga sleeping on the bench
They had him wired
Peeped my convo, the address of my condo
And how I changed a nigga name to John Doe
And while we set up camp, we got vamped
Put the stake through his heart
I ripped his fucking fangs apart
Snake got smoked on the set like Brandon Lee
Blown out the frame like Pan Am Flight 103
He got swung on, his lungs was torn
A kingpin just castled with his
Rook and lost a pawn
A regular on the block that played lookout
For preying predator with a Glock
He should have took out
No neighbourhood is rough enough
There is no clip that's full enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
Fiends ain't coming fast enough
There is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
It's mandatory that I supply all
My troops with mega firearms
Big apes and spread 'em out
Like crops on a farm to get cream
Sometimes they repaint the scene
Like the last episode on gates
And other niggas
Plant bombs till the smoke from
The blast becomes thick
And flows through, all they knew
He's gun sick
His Glock clicks like high heeled
Shoes on parquet floors
Mad sick, stand on hills and invade wars
Filthy foul, shovelling dirt
He's out to hurt
For instance, chop off hands, attack worth
His idols would lock down airports and extort
Some import
Catching ten percent of what the fiends snort
Up in the ski resorts, up in hills
They move keys and had the
Skis making drops on snowmobiles
The plan was to expand, catch seven figures
Release triggers
And live large and bigger than my nigga
Who promised his moms a mansion with mad room
She died and he still put a
Hundred grand in her tomb
Open wounds, he hid behind closed doors
And still organizes crime and drug wars
Fiends ain't coming fast enough
There is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
No neighborhood is rough enough
There is no clips that's full enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
There's no cuffs that's tight enough
There is no niggas that's fuck with us
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you