Our beats are so fly they up in heaven
Our rhymes
Fifty is hood, he work the streets
Niggas don't mess with
Cut my heart and let it bleed
Dem dumb niggaz have
Got my blade in my left hand, my gat in
Went to a Subway down in Boston
I was mad fuckin'
I drove my liscensed vehicle out of California-oh
I met a
I sit in my corner all night, all day.
With my
OOOOH! OOOOH!
OOOOH! OOOOH!
Blinging up from our heads to our toes
Mackin'
Chillin' with B-Lade in the "stud"
Feelin' in a caucasion mood
Rollin'
Featuring Nicky G
My rims ins nice, they Giovanni
On Wednesday nights,
GOLDteef is who we be
Runnin' the streets of Matta-P
Run other
Our raps are tighter than an emo’s pants
When we walk
GOLDteef’s nice we rock the mic
Screw rides we pimp out
The emo's got a gat
The nigga's got a bat
They going
We roll around on our scooters
We like to play with
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