Where there's gold, there's a gold digger Where there's gold, there's a gold digger Where there's gold, there's a gold digger Where there's gold, there
steps to try to change my life I've got some questions for you Lord, 'cause my mentality's hood So why's that everything that's bad for me feels so good? It's
meals Mother swallow a pill, roads seem hollow but still grab a bottle to heal, it's like a noose of seventh seal over Brownsville What's the difference
mister whittendale your girl Chippendale Shallah bridge all up in ya dog dial trench When I snatched that shit was broke shoulda sent ya ass back And where's
flow's premature, clean your dirt diaper Mic heister, psycho, alpha-schizo Hypno, chryo-gat flow, guru and ain't nobody tighter Sway & Tech heard me flow and it's sealed
double down when my turn comes around I suggest you do the same, you can't take these chips with you So it's best to play the game while there's breath
in heah and that boy Poyo and these hoes heah and we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati Flea comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e yeah that
be breakin' the seal You be breakin' your vows Like people worshippin' cows And then I hit ya with the who's, what's, where's and how's Like Vinny Barbarino
It's gonna take a miracle We're searching for a miracle It's gonna take a miracle We're searching for a miracle Stand clear, there's storm above And
Way up north where the eagles sore, beneath a mountain, whitin its core There's a treasure, you've been told, lakes of silver and hills of gold But the
us there's no time to waste Burn, burn before it's too late 3. God Bless The Hustler [Lyrics : RMS Hreidmarr / October 1999] Shining upon their chests The silver seal
you, feds got a seal on you Street time is limited to days On your crack card you're getting only A's and C's for come back Damn it's a shame you're the
where reality is hard to find search in the corners of the wondering mazesof your mind Seek out the treasures that open doors that some keep sealed believe
You won't be coming back again like sinbad's sitcom I think they wanna battle You blew up like roseanne's belly Your style's too old to do me like aaliyah
Michael) Could I write whatever's in my heart? (Angels) It's on your desk, the writer's mighty pen. (Michael) And could I sing whatever's in my heart
dreams and magic the secret place that none have seen Chase the horizons, catch the illusion Remember the child within There's no tomorrow just sadness
'm told There's a change in their thinking and their habits seem uneven But together the two of them were mining gold But where there is one room, you
I'll take the crown [Chorus:] I've lost my soul I've lost control To the circle of witches My life is black There's no way back From the circle of