bought dreams? as the sheep allow themselves to be bought and sold the corporate giants are taking hold enslaving us to convenience and commodity the fool's gold
a hundred and fifty G's (Why nigga?) Orderin' for 20 kees (Street value?) Two hundred and fifty G's (And what's yo profit?) A lick for a hundred G's [
actin a fool that's him They say I've changed man, I'm getting paper, I'm flashy They like me better when I'm fucked up and ashy My royalty check's the
: This ain't livin.. [2Pac] Nigga - I hear even the smaller G's be dippin Chevy Impalas while flossin they gold D's, O.G.'s, is who they follow We (?)
It's like that's all we got to look forward to these days Murders, brothers dyin, funerals [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] s**t, it's like I done
s cool til a fool pull a loaded gun Cause another dude kicked his Bacardi over He had to act a fool now the party's over Gun shots rang like it's thunder
Me," Just so you know where He's coming from. There's a kingdom called Heaven, A place where there is no pain of birth. There's a kingdom called Heaven
bone, Wanted up north fo' all the gold that I stole, Along wit' some cash I even took the mayor's daughter, Now that there's kidnap, but she was wit'
us, did he die at all? And if I sold my soul for a bag of gold to you Which one of us would be the foolish one? Which one of us would be the fool? Which
Watch the hundred stacks No those ain't Rolex diamonds What you done to that You fools for gazing My fools from Haiti I move some daily It's a movie baby
e- s (Ho!) Watch the mic blow I flip scripts, and the Dump drops the Ammo Time to get wreck with the new style It's '93 and MC's are gettin buck wild But I - ain't a - nigga That's
no shame And the shit's gone too far 100 hip-hop labels with all white A&R's The game's hijacked The rap game's hijacked Let me tell you how it happened
drummer some I already gave the summer some It's the winter's turn Hovie Hov is the coldest, I'm just getting better with time I'm like Opus One Young
beds of bliss Fortune makes fools of us all My dear materialista, silence was insane, The parting was mutual. Don't you want the rocket to rock out? There's
matador Save your broken bones Golden rule, he's such a fool In the streets alone Slow burn, taciturn Nothing left to say Column five, sympathize It's
chain Candy old school Put you nigga's in detention Slabbed nigga's deeped up Tool in the cloths I'm just a young fresh fly Fool wit some gold Ayyy,
: Yeah yeah yeah... cudi... fools gold Awesome the words I'm too smart young black man Not on any curbs But I like them with the curves Maybe from the
an old-time miner Heading aimless toward his past He talked about his younger years and a life just as fast They were looking for a fool's gold buried
