Golden Sands Lyrics - Singles - Wu-syndicate

Intro: Myalansky (Joe Mafia) 

Damn, VA Hot as a bitch yo (word up) 

Common will state though (son, that shit is fucked up) 

Was in the court room the other day, 

they try to give a nigga a hundred years (Word) 

They can't do all that time man, some common will shit 

I know they trying to do though 

They trying to snatch us up the street 

So they can reproduce their seeds through are women 

Shit is hot, it's the golden sands 

{Myalansky} 

Indicted on counts of conspiracy investigation 

Lookin at drug rene crops to stop the organization 

Big heads fled the country, bags of lucci 

Rags of gucci, down at Carantang, true see 

They got no proof from daddy type manuevers 

Down so low, operations moves through the sewers 

Fuck the three crops, Busy saleet shit is stock 

Making cheese, run and flew the scene, Megatrees a pot 

Locked in storage, steady moving forward 

Seein flash of lights, no paranoia fright 

It's trife, sending mom through kites from natural life 

Son of a traitor, trails lead you to outta state-a 

Calculators, adding your digits, numbers blow your pager 

Handeling business, mind bogling, split decisions 

Johnny Coc a lawyer, you get him to a stated prison 

Then informers, follow you state cuttin corners 

Hotel lobbies, they swarm and try to creep up on you 

Greesy moves under alias names 

You catching no sleep, it's hot in these streets 

The Golden Sands 

Chorus 

{Joe Mafia} 

In the golden sands, shiste cats we wan't grands 

Eight fifties, drop tops and Lex lands 

We throwing darts, what? And got some big plans 

Living life in the golden sands 

{Myalansky} 

In the project, all big willie cats oh yeah 

We see you shining pushing GX Lex with girls 

Niggas get shook up, time weather get out of hand 

Living life in the golden sand 

{Joe Mafia} 

Peep the picasso, mafioso, hold the cargo 

Foranardo, suit the neck drive passtol 

Suit the hand sand, Fly genie bitches with fans 

Arabian bang, diamond cut chandelier fame 

Out with bass glanded nice god bliss ice vintage 

Catch to clap you if you ask Emmitt 

Only act vivid, and precide the dynasty, underseas 

Supreme god in the treasure chest, drug with the best 

I bomb heads with the suit a fedic, head naw for medics 

And cut on 101 and then put you out on anestetics 

Rhyme infested, white collar, ice coller, rottweiler 

Criminologist, top scholar, minus what dollar? 

I execute ambasadors, clapping 

Hammers as Thor, sparking eight east wars 

So far we, survivelist, regardless, how live it gets 

Camouflage squad banded arms with, banana clips 

Savage, invading palaces for democratics, the war tactic 

Ill crafted, to spread malice 

My team max it, legacies for milleniums 

Wu-Syndicate, emblems more feared then Benjamins