| Was in the court room the other day
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| They try to give a nigga a hundred years (Word)
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| They can’t do all that time man, some common will shit
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| I know they trying to do though
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| They trying to snatch us up the street
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| So they can reproduce their seeds through our women
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| Shit is hot, it’s the golden sands
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| Indicted on counts of conspiracy investigation
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| Lookin at drug rene crops to stop the organization
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| Big heads fled the country, bags of lucci
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| Rags of gucci, down at Carantang, true see
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| They got no proof from daddy type manuevers
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| Down so low, operations moves through the sewers
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| Fuck the three crops, Busy saleet shit is stock
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| Making cheese, run and flew the scene, Megatrees a pot
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| Locked in storage, steady moving forward
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| Seein flash of lights, no paranoia fright
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| It’s trife, sending mom through kites from natural life
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| Son of a traitor, trails lead you to outta state-a
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| Calculators, adding your digits, numbers blow your pager
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| Handeling business, mind bogling, split decisions
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| Johnny Coc a lawyer, you get him to a stated prison
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| Then informers, follow you state cuttin corners
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| Hotel lobbies, they swarm and try to creep up on you
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| Greesy moves under alias names
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| You catching no sleep, it’s hot in these streets
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| The Golden Sands
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| In the golden sands, shiste cats we wan’t grands
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| Eight fifties, drop tops and Lex lands
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| We throwing darts, what? |
| And got some big plans
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| Living life in the golden sands
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| In the project, all big willie cats oh yeah
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| We see you shining pushing GX Lex with girls
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| Niggas get shook up, time weather get out of hand
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| Living life in the golden sand
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| Peep the picasso, mafioso, hold the cargo
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| Foranardo, suit the neck drive passtol
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| Suit the hand sand, Fly genie bitches with fans
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| Arabian bang, diamond cut chandelier fame
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| Out with bass glanded nice god bliss ice vintage
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| Catch to clap you if you ask Emmitt
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| Only act vivid, and precide the dynasty, underseas
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| Supreme god in the treasure chest, drug with the best
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| I bomb heads with the suit a fedic, head naw for medics
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| And cut on 101 and then put you out on anestetics
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| Rhyme infested, white collar, ice coller, rottweiler
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| Criminologist, top scholar, minus what dollar?
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| I execute ambasadors, clapping
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| Hammers as Thor, sparking eight east wars
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| So far we, survivelist, regardless, how live it gets
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| Camouflage squad banded arms with, banana clips
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| Savage, invading palaces for democratics, the war tactic
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| Ill crafted, to spread malice
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| My team max it, legacies for milleniums
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| Wu-Syndicate, emblems more feared then Benjamins |