two years ago Now we're running with no brakes, everyone calling our name You don't realize you're going down Blaming yourself today Is just right because We ride golden streets
respect due to "Let's Get It" (OH THAT'S CRAZY) [Chorus] [Black Rob] Now the moral of the story is what? (THAT'S CRAZY) Exception, CO, doing the streets
've ever known And like a blind dog without a bone I was a gypsy lost in the twilight zone I hijacked a rainbow and crashed into a pot of gold I've
got beef, we can take it to the streets Cause shit these niggas talk to the grave with they teeth It's time to meet your maker step into the new millennium
finder In and out of institutions, ever since I was a minor But now I'm on the bricks, deep in the mix Crime smarts searching hard for some new street
Life, I wonder Will it take me under, I don't know Imagine smokin' weed in the streets without cops harassin' Imagine goin' to court with no trial Lifestyle
the Ebonics hand book like it aint no thang so I must be real yo I listen to mc hammer and im down with my new dough so that pretty much how the story
about that I bet the whole queens go around 86th with the chrome bash crew The young guns and laws voice made the new scream Create Death story two The story
ones Pee-Wee had a crew in the back room Goldie had the tramps givin head breakin off Rap and rhyme that diddley-dog Twin one and two is tellin stories
In the City of Dope, and the story goes Want to be like free, breaking millions of loaves In the City of Dope, where the color is gold On your neck,
long Another Park Street life, the age old story And now the coke dealers take all the glory They're the ones you meet big time on the street I say the
old New York But that's not likely and there's no doubt Bitches like me cause I'm turnin' it out I'm here, there, everywhere Sportin' fat gold rope,
legacy I was born to be the king of the be bop swing To have Stallions and medallions, big diamond rings To own a castle and a yacht, two million in gold
fuck the shit up, ship it gold So I could sell like the whole Jigga back catalo' Matta fact I'm tryin to sell out, concerts and merch' fam Always get the story
heavy pots over hot stoves Mayonnaise jars of water with rocks in them got my whole projects out of order A Kilo is a thousand grams Beige, gold, brown
throne Thousands die before us This is a story of a fallen kingdom *repeat 2x* [killah priest] A full moon glows, light reflects off of my gold Seven
suppose to be at And that's non-stop, party-hoppin', it's on Now the moral of the story is what? (That's crazy) Exception, CO, doing the streets (That
