Testi:
The Hundred In The Hands Gold Blood

Raw nerves, Wet lips Stripped curves Missteps Upset On the edge of dawn. Gold blood Runs through Runs through my Cold boy Hold on Hold on my Gold blood

, check it out, yo Yo, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo [Beretta 9:] Ninja Gaiden, Iron Maiden, out to murder Satan Dart gets smart, just before my heart, Blood for Blood

in heavyturf the bones and crushed skulls testify the violent times and troubled days when land was claimed and paid for in blood and human lives The land where gold

ya'll doin' it So you don't get stacks boy, you a pack boy Be on the corner for a hundred hours Sell another gram of coke, and only gunna get a hundred

service left families nervous But more importantly broke nine hundred a month But the check came late, army red tape you see, This golden opportunity

eat nigga Get this money on the streets nigga I got the street love Fox starts G blood Fly as a bird Got these eagles on my seat blood Then hit back where

see me two twelvin' you homie You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity [Verse 1: Jim Jones] BALLLLLIN' Peace blood, peace almighty (peace blood

you see me two twelvin' you homie You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity [Verse 1: Jim Jones] BALLLLLIN' Peace blood, peace almighty (peace blood

me in the face And blew me off the porch, and cracked my head in half But I'm a Juggalo, so it only made me laugh (hehe) Forty in hand, I rose from