Fat Gold Chain

Whoo!　uhh, ah ah, ayahhh, ahh ahh ahh

And you don't stop, ahh ahh, word is bond, word is bond

Now introducin the sound from the ghetto

E double and too $hort, what the ***** you thought?

I come with the ruckus, it's my thing when i swing

I'm born to mack, always strapped, with the black gat

Who out there i swear boy wanna get touched

Roll up, and catch a slug to the chest, so duck

I talk the talk, walk the walk, now *****

Five hundred s drivin with hand on trigger

Crazy lestat, check my track record

Everything i touch is gold since eighteen years old

So what that mean?　i rolled the blunt

And puff the indo smoke in it, i trip in a minute

Crazy holy doctor holdin me cuz i be rockin b

Sewin up like monopoly, nobody's stoppin me

Dig it, funkdafied like brat, how's that?

I stick and move on tracks while i smoke a twenty sack

Who said the e can't rock?　that's bull*****t

Suck my ***** and get a big fat lick of my *****

You wanna brawl? punk i thought not

You might get beat down and stomped like sasquatch

Your girl, like keith sweat, i wanna ***** her

Psych, i already stuck her

Huh, i got rhymes to make your whole head swell up

Here's an icepack - homeboy shut the hell up

I rock the mic with too $hort, y'all *****z know what's happenin

Everything he touch goes platinum

Eyeeaaaah!

[too $hort]

I made a half a million in a week

And every ***** on the street got a tape playin me

You can't believe it?　erick sermon, rollin with $hort

Rolled from california all the way to new york

In big benzes, g hooked it up

Now we trying to squash all that east/west stuff

We spent years in the studio makin funky tracks

Signed a bunch of *****z with some tight ass raps

It's like father dom, it's like keith murray

Makin millionaires but it ain't no hurry

Cause we all in it for the long run

I won't leave the studio until a song's done

And ain't nuthin really hard about gettin my cash

A big fat house with a million stashed

You other *****z got this rap game distorted

Givin dat's to the label, straight gettin shorted

Claim you gettin paid, but i can't tell

You keep rappin in my ear and got me mad as hell

You talk a good game but i don't believe in you

You smoked a lotta blunts but i got mo' ***** than you

I guess i see you on the charts in the meanwhile

Another face in the crowd bustin freestyles

Wi*****n you could be in the light

Promoters pay me ten g's just to breathe on the mic

*****!　$hort dawg puttin it down with the e double

[erick onasis]

Shhhhh! you remind me of my fat gold chain

Some of y'all are just small change

Be a boss with true true game

Yeah yeah

Dig this y'all, my music is dangerous

Atomic dog, coming through the smog with $hort dawg

Ahhh!　quick with the trig jack be nimble

I shoot like g mob goes liftin through my window

Chik chik pow!　how you like me now?

The man in the mirror it don't get no clearer

$hort dawg, the e double, and breed we roll thick

Like girls in c.a.u. with the good power-u

Owww!　money is the key to fame

So i can live it up with the girls on soul train

The impact, major league dough like dave justice

Yo breed, $hort dawg, show em how we bust this

[too $hort]

Like some true pioneers, don't forget it some *****