Goldmine - Busta Rhymes, 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)

Gettin' money like back in the days

Niggas like shower posse in a spectacular drug games

Slayin' niggas, steady sprayin niggas, till the task forces’ll roll up

In unmarked vehicles and will be layin' niggas

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 George Chain niggas, and watch me set up a Goldmine

We got guns tucked in our waistlines with rags hangin' from our back pockets

Miraculous money, nigga, 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, niggas tryna' infiltrate, blind-side a nigga

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 niggas wit us to push our shit like George Jefferson hairline

No frill, niggas better go chill

'Fore this gun go up in your nose like coke sniffin' up your nose-stril

Gettin' money like back in the days

Niggas like shower posse in a spectacular drug games

Slayin' niggas, steady sprayin niggas, till the task forces’ll roll up

In unmarked vehicles and will be layin' niggas

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 George Chain niggas, and watch me set up a Goldmine

Ay yo, saluteme 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' niggas magnums up

Caught me in the mix wit some rich soldiers, that reaction

Is a key action, black sent forty doja’s up

We huddle in 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 dope

Ask 'em for the chemistry temperature now I’m cookin' the coke up

Used to sit and watch them older niggas 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 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

Niggas like shower posse in a spectacular drug games

Slayin' niggas, steady sprayin niggas, till the task forces’ll roll up

In unmarked vehicles and will be layin' niggas

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 George Chain niggas, and watch me set up a Goldmine