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Busta Rhymes - Текст песни Goldmine
Old dro bottles and blow, blowin' from both zones
 Layin' in them Tahoes we own the projo's
 Three for tenement we in the lobby with the big dan dun a nan
 Don't move 'cause I'm a representative
Live for the street, ask, you die in the war
 'Member that blast that three atcha, hide in the wall
 We gangsta, republicans with them big things, big rings
 Get your head shot off, daddy you don't believe chains
Loose cameras, big hammers, Station Wagon an' blue Phantoms
 Smokin' the block up, y'all witness the zoo gamblers
 We ain't takin' no shorts, it's just the early 80's
 That made me, now I sit paid and then maybe
Nothing but my Lords and raps, these bags of dope
 Under the mattress and I clack like a slave key
 Wash your squad up, I roll double refuse to rock
 Closed up my door up and murked you on the job
Gettin' money like back in the days
 Niggaz get like shower posse in a spectacular drug games
 Slayin' niggaz, steady sprayin' niggaz, till the task forces roll up
 In unmarked vehicles who will be layin' niggaz
Stretched out, focus, see you come back triple
 When we O.T. cut it with bakin' soda, acquire now
 Strategize, gettin' paper like the [Incomprehensible] Jamaicans
 And them George Chain niggaz and watch me set up a goldmine
We got guns tucked in our waistlines, wit raps
 Hangin' from our back pockets miraculous money nigga
 Can't stop at Sherlock Holmes can go's
 Medallions so big wit strings you could turn 'em into banjos
Phenomenal property, drug money, scram wrap 'em
 A hundred EX - golden like a hundred graham crackers
 Sidewindin' niggaz tryna infiltrate blindside
 A nigga hit you wit the eight, we in the club
Dumbin' out, drunk in fronta the airbrush
 Backdrop ones out, five dollars for bitches wit the guns out
 Juggle for a couple days close shop thinkin'
 To you the bubble until the strip is hotter than a microwave
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Don't stop, travel all my spare time
 And keep niggaz wit us to push shit like George Jefferson Airline
 No fro niggaz better go chill, 'fore this gun
 Goes up your nose like coke sniffin' up your nose, dude
Gettin' money like back in the days
 Niggaz get like shower posse in a spectacular drug games
 Slayin' niggaz, steady sprayin' niggaz, till the task forces roll up
 In unmarked vehicles who will be layin' niggaz
Stretched out, focus, see you come back triple
 When we O.T. cut it with bakin' soda, acquire now
 Strategize, gettin' paper like the [Incomprehensible] Jamaicans
 And them George Chain niggaz and watch me set up a goldmine
Ay yo, snoop me kid, coop me in the red room booth
 And eatin' Fruit Loops it's all for the loot boo
 Designated hammer that'll lay ya up scrambling
 Blant ninjas get 'em more popped up
 And start blowin' niggaz magnums up
Caught me in the mix wit some rich soldiers
 That reaction is a key action, black sent forty doja's up
 We hunt 'em like big plans, my big mans and them
 Slick as the shit breaks from outtas you, rip dip, then quakes them
See I was always good at science, in the class I was dopin'
 Ask 'em for the chemistry temperature now I'm cookin' the coke up
 Used to sit and watch them older niggaz for hours
 And did acknowledge to how cold water quickly harden the powder
Took your turn into somethin' big to accredit
 But ya needs connect shit up from South America
 Money calculations, told B.I.G. I sit up on it still
 Holdin' old hundred dollar bills, wit small faces
Gettin' money like back in the days
 Niggaz get like shower posse in a spectacular drug games
 Slayin' niggaz, steady sprayin' niggaz, till the task forces roll up
 In unmarked vehicles who will be layin' niggaz
Stretched out, focus, see you come back triple
 When we O.T. cut it with bakin' soda, acquire now
 Strategize, gettin' paper like the [Incomprehensible] Jamaicans
 And them George Chain niggaz and watch me set up a goldmine
















