Digging deep into the ground Black gold seeking, hell bound Enter dark shafts Early up and old Wrecking themselves Misery unfolds It eats their flesh,
a) When we were kids (let's do it again) [Verse: Ludacris] I had a Long John but no Silver, no gold or plat (do it a) I was simply red from the years
ll fuck a yella broad are ya black are ya brown, I let my top down swang and swangin, and my diamond gonna shine in my mouth Im from the South, what ya
still goin' on I know, where I'm from, not dum diddie dum From the base motherland, the place of the drum Invaded by the wack diddie wack Fooled the black
[T-Pain - Chorus] All I Do is win win win no matter what Got money on mind I can never get enough Whenever me and Khaled do the remix Everybody hands
like we was from New York And that's real shit blazed the Philly It's summertime shout out to Will Smith 'cause who didn't wanna be the Fresh Prince Flat top, gold
my cousin the gold thangs cop a burn and turn it over like a flapjack mo money mo money for black market on the black market, yeah
fitted's touched tailored, joined by Chuck Taylors On the yacht with glocks, we sum thug sailors You drinkin' old gold, rockin that old gold We in rose gold
the government's not trying to kill me The krazy king to whom even himself remains anonymous From conditioning to remnants of sarcasm and broken promises To myself, born
your name No more pain for me, no more misery, cause you history I'ma hold on to what I got Strap on to my perfection, strap on protection My own direction, born
my window (yeah) It done been seventeen years of pain But i'm still here though Seventeen years of rain foggin up my window It done been seventeen years of pain
we'll fuck a yella broad are ya black are ya brown, I let my top down swang and swangin, and my diamond gonna shine in my mouth Im from the South, what
the suffering that you'll pay for the eternal hapiness There isn't truth more, gold from the truth of grief, One thousand times to be born, one thousand
be challengin pros for gold medals Whatever, still remain sturdy like a leather On Friday's, get your fresh pay, from a better represent, my lifestyle
all the pain will be worthwhile (From storm clouds, Come angels, Let pain give you pleasure From dirt roads, to flowers, when faith can be measured From
I'm not gonna kick an x-rated rap And even if I did you know that you couldnt fade it black Cause my rap's liek gold, or precious gems While your rap
, KLC slanging birds So stop stunting dog bitch calm your nerves Born a crack baby grew up to be a g Whip that ass like I had a badge from NOPD Like a
harm and dis The war from this, is that Fiend was born from this Scarred from this, so all the armies now go hide Cause the crime design, stay from nine
