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    can someone accurately post the raekwon lyrics on goldmine

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    Here are the lyrics man. Hope this helps

    (feat. 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
    niggaz get like shower posse in a spec of the drug games
    Slayin niggaz, steady sprayin niggaz, till the task forces roll up
    In unmarked vehicles and will be layin niggaz
    Streched out, focus, see you come back triple
    When we O.T. cut it with bakin soda, acquire now
    Strategize, gettin paper like the chivey Jamacians
    And them George Chain niggaz, might we set up a goal?

    [Busta Rhymes]
    We got guns tucked in our waistlines, wit raps
    Hangin from our back pockets miraculous money nigga
    Can't stop at Sherlock - Home can go's
    Medallions so big wit strings you could turn 'em into banjos
    Phenomenal property, drug money, scram wrap em
    A hundred EX - golden like a hundred graham crackers
    Sidewindin niggaz tryna infiltrate blindside
    A nigga hit you wit the eight, three in the club
    Dumbin out, drunk in fronta the airbrush
    Backdrop ones out, five dollars for bitches wit the guns out
    Juggle for a couple days close shop thinkin,
    To you the bubble until the strip is hotter than a microwave
    Don't stop, travel all my spare time and keep niggaz wit us
    To push shit like George Jefferson Airline
    No fro niggaz better go chill, 'fore this gun
    Goes up your nose like coke sniffin up your nose dude


    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 niggaz 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 shit breaks from outtas you, rip dip, then quakes them

    [Busta Rhymes]
    See I was always good at science, in the class I was hopin
    Ask 'em for the chemistry temperature now I'm cookin the coke up
    Used to sit and watch them older niggaz for hours
    And did acknowledge to how cold water quickly harden the powder
    Took your turn into somethin big to accredit (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


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