Gold
GZA/Inspectah Deck Lyrics


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A-yo shorty, yo that's my word
Oh, y'all smelling y'all piss now y'all think y'all gold
Yo anybody get caught flinging
Over here, I'm returning 'em, that's my word they getting blasted
Anything from 220 to 140, that's mine
Y'all need to step the fuck off
Y'all niggas ain't crazy for real
Yo, the fiends ain't coming fast enough
There is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you

I'm deep down in the back streets, in the heart of Medina
About to set off something more deep than a misdemeanor
Under the subway, waiting for the train to make noise
So I can blast a nigga and his boys,for what?
He pushed up on the block and made the dope sales drop
Like the crash in the Dow Jones stock
I had a connect to cross-sales, to catch more mill's
Than ho-bitches got birth control pills
I'm in the park setting up a deal over blunt fire
Bum nigga sleeping on the bench, they had him wired
Peeped my convo, the address of my condo
And how I changed a nigga name to John Doe
And while we set up camp, we got vamped
Put the stake through his heart, I ripped his fucking fangs apart
Snake got smoked on the set like Brandon Lee
Blown out the frame like Pan Am Flight 103
He got swung on, his lungs was torn
A kingpin just castled with his rook and lost a pawn
A regular on the block that played lookout
For playing predator with a Glock, he should have took out

No neighbourhood is rough enough
There is no clip that's full enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you

Fiends ain't coming fast enough
There is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you

It's mandatory that I supply all my troops with mega firearms
Big apes and spread 'em out like crops on a farm
To get cream, sometimes they repaint the scene
Like the last episode on gates, and other niggas
Plant bombs till the smoke from the blast becomes thick
And flows through, all they knew, he's gun sick
His Glock clicks like high-heeled shoes on parquet floors
Mad sick, stand on hills and invade wars
Filthy foul, shovelling dirt, he's out to hurt
For instance, chop off hands, attack worth
His idols would lock down airports and extort
Some import, catching ten percent of what the fiends snort
Up in the ski resorts, up in hills
They move keys and had the skis making drops on snowmobiles
The plan was to expand, catch seven figures, release triggers
And live large and bigger than my nigga
Who promised his moms a mansion with mad room
She died and he still put a hundred grand in her tomb
Open wounds, he hid behind closed doors
And still organized his crime and drug wars

Fiends ain't coming fast enough
There is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you

No neighborhood is rough enough
There is no clips that's full enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you

There's no cuffs that's tight enough
There is no niggas that's fuck with us




I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you

Overall Meaning

The song "Gold" by GZA/Inspectah Deck is a tale of drug trafficking and violence in the streets. The first verse is about the main character's territorial nature and willingness to use violence to protect his turf. He is also bragging about the range of guns he has and how he's willing to use them against anyone who crosses him. The second verse details his criminal activities in the heart of the city. He's waiting for someone to make a mistake so he can eliminate them and their competition. The third verse talks about his organization's expansion and willingness to do anything to make money, including bombing buildings and killing people. Overall, the lyrics paint a picture of a ruthless drug lord and the criminal underworld in which he operates.


Line by Line Meaning

A-yo shorty, yo that's my word
Hey there, young lady, I'm serious


Oh, y'all smelling y'all piss now y'all think y'all gold
You're starting to believe you're better than everyone else, but you're not


Yo anybody get caught flinging
If anyone gets caught selling drugs


Over here, I'm returning 'em, that's my word they getting blasted
I'll take care of them, and they'll get punished


Anything from 220 to 140, that's mine
I'm in control of anything from a large area to a small area


Y'all need to step the fuck off
You all need to leave me alone


Y'all niggas ain't crazy for real
You guys aren't really wild or daring


The fiends ain't coming fast enough
The drug addicts aren't buying my drugs quickly enough


There is no cut that's pure enough
The drugs I have aren't strong enough


I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
I can't fail, I need money, so I continue to sell more drugs


Product must be sold to you
I need to sell my products to make profits


I'm deep down in the back streets, in the heart of Medina
I'm in some of the most dangerous parts of town


About to set off something more deep than a misdemeanor
I'm about to do something more serious than a minor offense


Under the subway, waiting for the train to make noise
I'm hiding under the subway, waiting for an opportunity


So I can blast a nigga and his boys,for what?
So I can shoot him and his friends, for what reason?


He pushed up on the block and made the dope sales drop
He started selling drugs in my area, making my sales go down


Like the crash in the Dow Jones stock
Like the stock market crash, my sales also went down


I had a connect to cross-sales, to catch more mill's
I had a person to help me sell more drugs and make more money


Than ho-bitches got birth control pills
I made more money than women who use birth control pills


I'm in the park setting up a deal over blunt fire
I'm meeting someone in the park to make a drug deal


Bum nigga sleeping on the bench, they had him wired
A homeless man was sleeping on the bench, and they had him monitored


Peeped my convo, the address of my condo
They overheard my conversation and found out where I live


And how I changed a nigga name to John Doe
I changed someone's name to hide their identity


And while we set up camp, we got vamped
While we were preparing, we got attacked


Put the stake through his heart, I ripped his fucking fangs apart
I killed him and destroyed all evidence of him being a vampire


Snake got smoked on the set like Brandon Lee
He got killed in a similar way to Brandon Lee on a movie set


Blown out the frame like Pan Am Flight 103
He got blown up, similarly to the way Pan Am Flight 103 exploded


He got swung on, his lungs was torn
He got hit, and his lungs were damaged


A kingpin just castled with his rook and lost a pawn
A drug lord did a smart move but lost something valuable in return


A regular on the block that played lookout
Someone who's always on the street, keeping an eye out for the cops or others


For playing predator with a Glock, he should have took out
He should have killed his enemies before they killed him


No neighborhood is rough enough
There's no neighborhood too dangerous for me to sell drugs in


There is no clips that's full enough
I need more bullets, and my gun is never fully loaded


There's no cuffs that's tight enough
No handcuffs can hold me down


There is no niggas that's fuck with us
No one can mess with us




Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ROBERT F. DIGGS, GARY E. GRICE

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[Verse 1: GZA]
It was the night before New Yearโ€™s
And all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a TEC
Outsiders were stuck, by enemies who put fear
And blasted on the spot before the pigs were there
You know hoods, robbers, snipers new in sight
Fuck blue and white
They escape before them flash the fuckin' lights
Gunshots shatter first-floor window panes
Shells hit the ground and blood stained the dice game
Whether pro-calisthenic, any style you set it
Beat niggas toothless, physically cut up like gooses
But with iron on the sides, thugs took no excuses
Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks was useless
Linx was snatched off necks, left scars on throats
Jackets took, after bullet rips through coats
Against those who felt the cold from the steel
Made โ€˜em fold and squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grill
Construction worker, who was caught for his bomber
No time to swing the hammer that was hangin' from his farmers
And itโ€™s bugged how some niggas catch slugs
And pockets dug from everythin' except check stubs
And it does, sound ill like wars in Brownsville
Or fatal robberies in Red Hook where feds look
For fugitives to shoot cops, niggas layin' on roof tops
For his C.R.E.A.M he stashed in a shoebox
But he was hot, and the strip was filled with young killers
You donโ€™t suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars
And born thieves stay hooded with extra bullets
Those who try to flee, they hit the vertebrae
Increase the murder rate
Similar to hitmen who pull out TECs and then
Drop those who crack like tacos from Mexican
Rapid, like recipients cashin' checks again
Back to the motherfuckin' spot on Lexington

[Chorus: Life]
Babies cryin', brothers dyin', and brothers gettin' knocked
Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down
In this cold, cold world
We be runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots
Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down
In this cold, cold world

Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
Yo, no time to freeze, undercovers ease up in Grand Prixs
And seize packages and pocket the currency
Cliques control strips, full clips are sprayed
Yellow tape barricades sidewalks where bodies lay
Madness strikes at twelve oโ€™clock midnight
Stick-up kids on the ground broke the staircase light
And I stays harassed, scramblin' for petty cash
Jakes on my ass, young bucks is learnin' fast
Three-Fifteen-Sevens and Forty-Fours
Bought inside corner stores, provide sparks for wars
Hospital floors surrounded by the law
Homicide questionin' while the Jakes guard the door
My hood stay tense, loyalty puts strength in my team
โ€˜Cause niggasโ€™ main concern is C.R.E.A.M
Some niggas in the jet-black Galant
Shot up the Chinese restaurant for this kid named Lamont
I thought he was dead, but instead, he missed the kid
And hit a twelve-year-old girl in the head, and then fled
Tactical narcotic task force, back off fast
โ€˜Cause the crime boss is passin' off cash
Extortions for portions of streets, causes beef
Havin' followers of Indians trying to play Chief
You witness the saga, casualties and drama
Life is a script; Iโ€™m not an actor
But the author of a modern-day opera
Where the main character is presidential papers, the dominant factor


[Bridge: Life]
You know, you had me
With your sensuous charm
But you looked so alarmed
As I walked on by

[Chorus: Life]
Babies cryin', brothers dyin', and brothers gettin' knocked
Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down
In this cold, cold world
We be runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots
Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down
In this cold, cold world
Babies cryin', brothers dyin', and brothers gettin' knocked
Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down
In this cold, cold world
We be runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots
Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down
In this cold, cold world



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