The Gold - DJ Clue, Mobb Deep

Shimmering

Glimmering

Glistening

That’s the gold

Havoc: yeh man, niggas better tuck them chains man, keep them tucked baby

The wolves is out… yeh yeh yeh yeh, that’s right keep that chain out baby

That’s what I like, that’s what I like it, glistening baby… yo c’mon

Dudes come in heavy but they leave out light homie

Married to robberies, leave you holy in matrimony

He leavin' out the club, security 'round him

Chick you ain’t thinkin' bout that when your stomach is growlin' (hell no)

I can taste it so bad, my heart is poundin'

Thinkin' if I get this nigga, be a couple of thousand

Told my dude, follow his whip make sure you don’t lose him

Almost got caught at the light, run that, you stupid?

I got an eye for this shit and I don’t need no specs

Cause I can see the ice glisten through that 5 percent

So I stop at a Delhi, prolly 'fford some dutches

'bout to creep till' Jake pulled up, them muthafuckas

Nervous a little somethin', but that shit wore off

Yeh right about that time, the Jake peeled off

Dude takin' to long, fuck he buyin' the store?

Fuck it, run up in that chick and let’s catch them all

Cause they all.

— Prodigy/Sample Voice

Prodigy: See the full arm

Sample Voice: Shimmering

Prodigy: Damn, see the charm

Sample Voice: Glimmering

Prodigy: Yeh he got a lot of things

Sample Voice: Glistening

Prodigy: and if P gettin' word

Sample Voice: That’s the gold

Prodigy: Yeh that’s a gang load of ice

Sample Voice: Shimmering

Prodigy: yeh it’s lookin' real nice

Sample Voice: Glimmering

Prodigy: nigga got the rose gold

Sample Voice: Glistening

Prodigy: and if Hav gettin' word

Sample Voice: That’s the gold

Fuck you and all that shit you pop

You ain’t a general nigga, you a fuckin flunk

Matter fact, come through with them diamond chunks

And I’m takin' all of that offa you my dunn

And I’m already sparklin', I don’t need your shit

But fuck that, that’s a whole lotta cash (gunshots)

Triple cars for the squardren'

Few weeks at the suite with my sweetie

From cross the map, get em'

And that means its a goal

Like the Wizard of Oz I turn the green lights on you

Stick niggas like needles

I’m sharp like needles

And super on point for the peoples

The bells, the police bitch

And if I go broke I’ll be doin' this more often

The rings and the wristwatch

Before I put your brains in the coffin

Ain’t no use in tuckin' that chain (it's too late nigga)

Cause I can see in the spot, you was mister bling bling

Yeh, the wheels of motion it done been arranged

And I’m just waitin' for that ass to hop up in that range

Put a bad bitch on him, all he thinkin' is pussy

See, dudes want the honey all we want is the goodies

2 way back and forth on 2 cars back

Ain’t nobody tryina that recognize this fucked up act

Know a nigga waitin' patient, shorty hit me back

She know I got caught at the light, told me where to catch up

I gotta get this muhthafucka so I’m doin' a buck

Better slow the fuck down 'fore I get locked up

Told her take him to a parking lot, one in the cut

It might look a little fishy but niggas wanna nut

Hurry up, got there 'fore the windows fogged up

Opened up the door, nigga give tha-at up

Cause you are.