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goldmine - caviar lyrics

(feat. raekwon)

[raekwon]
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
(da dun dun dun) 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, blue phantoms
smokin the block up, y’all witness the zoo gamblers
we ain’t takin no shorts, its 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 (aww)

[hook: busta rhymes]
gettin money like back in the days
n-gg-z get like shower posse in a spec of the drug games
slayin n-gg-z, steady sprayin n-gg-z, till the task forces roll up
in unmarked vehicles and will be layin n-gg-z
streched out, focus, see you come back triple
when we o.t. cut it with bakin soda, acquire now
strategize, gettin paper like the chivey jamacians
and them george chain n-gg-z, might we set up a goal?

[busta rhymes]
we got guns tucked in our waistlines, wit raps
hangin from our back pockets miraculous money n-gg-
can’t stop at sherlock – home 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 n-gg-z tryna infiltrate blindside
a n-gg- hit you wit the eight, three in the club
dumbin out, drunk in fronta the airbrush
backdrop ones out, five dollars for b-tches wit the guns out
juggle for a couple days close shop thinkin,
to you the bubble until the strip is hotter than a microwave
don’t stop, travel all my spare time and keep n-gg-z wit us
to push sh-t like george jefferson airline
no fro n-gg-z better go chill, ‘fore this gun
goes up your nose like c-ke sniffin up your nose dude

[hook]

[raekwon]
ay yo, snoop me kid, coop me in the red room booth
and eatin fruit loops its all for the loot boo
designated hammer that’ll lay ya up scrambling
blant ninjas get ’em more popped up, and start blowin n-gg-z 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 sh-t breaks from outtas you, rip dip, then quakes them

[busta rhymes]
see i was always good at science, in the cl-ss i was hopin
ask ’em for the chemistry temperature now i’m cookin the c-ke up
used to sit and watch them older n-gg-z for hours
and did acknowledge to how cold water quickly harden the powder
took your turn into somethin big to accredit (uhh)
but ya needs connect sh-t up from south america
money calculations, told b.i.g. i sit up on it still
holdin old hundred dollar bills, wit small faces

[hook]

- caviar lyrics

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