Che Pope - Goldmine lyrics

[Verse 1: 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***as get like shower posse in a spectacular drug games Slayin n***as, steady sprayin n***as, till the task forces roll up In unmarked vehicles and will be layin n***as Streched that coke and see it come back triple When we O.T. cut it with baking soda or quinine Strategize, gettin paper like the Chinese Jamaicans And them George Chain n***as, and watch me set up a Goldmine [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] We got guns tucked in our waistlines with rags hangin' from our back pockets Miraculous money, n***a, can't stop it Sherlock Holme' Kangols Medallions so big, attach strings you could turn 'em into banjos Phenomenal profiting, drug money Scram rapper, my 100EX golden like a honey graham cracker Sidewinda, n***as tryna' infiltrate, blind-side a n***a Hit you with the 8, we in the club Dumbin' out, drunk in fronta the airbrush Backdrop, ones out, fi'-dollas for picture with the guns out Juggle for a couple days, close shop Then continue to bubble until the strip hotter than a microwave Don't stop, travel on my spare time And keep n***as wit us to push our sh** like George Jefferson hairline No frill, n***as better go chill 'Fore this gun go up in your nose like coke sniffin' up your nose-stril [Hook] [Verse 3: 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***as 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** breaks from outtas you, rip dip, then quakes them [Busta Rhymes] See I was always good at science, in the cla** I was hopin Ask 'em for the chemistry temperature now I'm cookin the coke up Used to sit and watch them older n***as for hours And did acknowledge to how cold water quickly harden the powder Took your turn into somethin big to acredit (uhh) But ya needs connect sh** up from South America Money calculations, told B.I.G. I sit up on it still Holdin old hundred doallr bills, wit small faces [Hook]