Gold
GZA/Inspectah Deck Lyrics
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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
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
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@george4125
@dj qb ๐ค but he bombed atomically, with Socrates philosophies and hypothesis..
You know he sent cats back to the lab with that one...
Man..... what about โGuillotineโ on the Purple Tape?
โAbove the Cloudsโ with GURU..
Deck is nice.
His entire album was a remake cause RZA crib got flooded with his original tapes..
Word is it was classic...
@davidlopez1820
Doubt we will ever witness another group like the Wu. They are the best to ever do it.
@illmanneredfilms9852
LOOK UP GZA VS JACKPOT..
@officialhb4794
Can you check out my beats and songs and tell me what you think. I appreciate it
@Chyrsomellus
Check out Boot camp clik ;)
@davidlopez1820
@@Chyrsomellus Love BCC, but their catalogue is not touching the Wu's...
@AYALI444
We wont
@tayluc777
RZA produced 7 classics in 4 years.
@penofficial_
Albums or songs? Cause if itโs songs youโre way off. Albums is accurate.
@KJ3113
36 chambers, Wu Tang forever, Cuban Links, Liquid swords X, Iron Man.
What are the other 2?
@gmac2558
โ@@KJ3113Tical, and Bobby Digital...