Intro: Myalansky (Joe Mafia)   Damn, VA Hot as a bitch yo (word up)   Common will state though (son, that shit is fucked up)   Was in the court room the other day,    they try to give a nigga a hundred years (Word)   They can't do all that time man, some common will shit   I know they trying to do though   They trying to snatch us up the street   So they can reproduce their seeds through are women   Shit is hot, it's the golden sands      {Myalansky}   Indicted on counts of conspiracy investigation   Lookin at drug rene crops to stop the organization   Big heads fled the country, bags of lucci   Rags of gucci, down at Carantang, true see   They got no proof from daddy type manuevers   Down so low, operations moves through the sewers   Fuck the three crops, Busy saleet shit is stock   Making cheese, run and flew the scene, Megatrees a pot   Locked in storage, steady moving forward   Seein flash of lights, no paranoia fright   It's trife, sending mom through kites from natural life   Son of a traitor, trails lead you to outta state-a   Calculators, adding your digits, numbers blow your pager   Handeling business, mind bogling, split decisions   Johnny Coc a lawyer, you get him to a stated prison   Then informers, follow you state cuttin corners   Hotel lobbies, they swarm and try to creep up on you   Greesy moves under alias names   You catching no sleep, it's hot in these streets   The Golden Sands      Chorus   {Joe Mafia}   In the golden sands, shiste cats we wan't grands   Eight fifties, drop tops and Lex lands   We throwing darts, what? And got some big plans   Living life in the golden sands   {Myalansky}   In the project, all big willie cats oh yeah   We see you shining pushing GX Lex with girls   Niggas get shook up, time weather get out of hand   Living life in the golden sand      {Joe Mafia}   Peep the picasso, mafioso, hold the cargo   Foranardo, suit the neck drive passtol   Suit the hand sand, Fly genie bitches with fans   Arabian bang, diamond cut chandelier fame   Out with bass glanded nice god bliss ice vintage   Catch to clap you if you ask Emmitt   Only act vivid, and precide the dynasty, underseas   Supreme god in the treasure chest, drug with the best   I bomb heads with the suit a fedic, head naw for medics   And cut on 101 and then put you out on anestetics   Rhyme infested, white collar, ice coller, rottweiler   Criminologist, top scholar, minus what dollar?   I execute ambasadors, clapping   Hammers as Thor, sparking eight east wars   So far we, survivelist, regardless, how live it gets   Camouflage squad banded arms with, banana clips   Savage, invading palaces for democratics, the war tactic   Ill crafted, to spread malice   My team max it, legacies for milleniums   Wu-Syndicate, emblems more feared then Benjamins      Chorus