Raw nerves, Wet lips Stripped curves Missteps Upset On the edge of dawn. Gold blood Runs through Runs through my Cold boy Hold on Hold on my Gold blood
heavyturf the bones and crushed skulls testify the violent times and troubled days when land was claimed and paid for in blood and human lives The land where gold
Forever in debted to weapon Love, honor, and respected But his image was different than what his character reflected Word is he's seven-thirty his hands
fight to struggle hopin' God don?t stop my hustle My fam fight back like wild dogs wit' out a muzzle The shots was multiple I remember blood puddles
And I'm hittin you up, with that W-S The sun, rises in the East, but it sets in the West No gold teeth, you gets a wreath So hand me the goodies, stockin
emcees watch them scream your majesty Make them suffer the capacity of tragedy Hold the crowd down like gravity Back the fuck off, stop grabbing me hands
left families nervous but more importantly broke nine Hundred a month but the check came late, army red tape you see This golden opportunity, we watched
in the face.It blew me off the porch, and cracked my head in half,But I'm a Juggalo, so it only made me laugh. (Hehe!)Forty in hand, I rose from the
me in the face It blew me off the porch, and cracked my head in half But I'm a juggalo, so it only made me laugh Forty in hand, I rose from the dead
tell her where the af- ter party is but make sure that you see her friends before, before, before, mmmmmmmmhhh (Verse 2) I'll spend a hundred dollars
glock And I'm hittin' you up, with that W S The sun rises in the east but it sets in the west No gold teeth, you gets a wreath So hand me the goodies
and the potato drop/ Yo / but u ain't really that hood though/ yo girl really a hoe doe/ and ya whole hood know/ and I brought the chain really gold never
-hundred and thirty-five pounds of beef (Uh-huh) Chinky eyes, low ceasar, gold teeth Swingin with this here stud, you need practice I'm leavin floods of blood
world, nigga, let's make a movie Get it jumping, hit the box office hard, get it pumping This is your world and my world, nigga, hundreds to hundreds
but in the hood I'm better known as Trae I'm from around the way - where not too many make it out And even if I did it's in my blood I'll never take it
CHORUS ------ Rally round the flag Rally round the red Gold black and green Marcus say sir Marcus say Red for the blood That flowed like the river
? [Ghf] Show those crabs how to rhyme [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Ghf] It's only like five percent out of a hundred [Rae
