Issue No 139 Gold Chains In A Dungeon Lyrics
Gold Chains In A Dungeon by Issue No. 139
(Intro)
Yeah, motherfuckers
It's time for you to hear some real live shit
The BX boyz, Euro League
Dope Lebanese
I need you to do me a favor
We need some real American hustlers
To materialize these American dreams
The only problem is you gotta think international now
You gotta think euro
(Verse)
How the fuck I made it this far?
That's what I aks myself each day
Did I give God the pen of generations that I give off
With a favor did for Islam
Or a spaceship in a lift for alien invasion
They just get left in awe
Shocking, but quick in rocket science
I been rocking since the route was the top of life
My a.k.a. is k.a.k.: kill all kings
Topple Tyrants, I'm nirvana pulling strings
I'm who's violin?! Orchestrating to take ova
Full pound orchestrating your make ova
Gun in your face, gun to your waist?
Tell me, what's a gun to a bait?
Somebody tell me what's a sum to a (???)?
I'm never fucking a mate
If the Minotaur is your mentor
I expect you to be stuck in the maze
Enforce the body shit
AK's in the hands of a baby Somalian?
So who's rank you acknowledgin'?
With grenade thrown door tags anonymous
You just anotha star on a monument
Niggas want competition? I'm all for it
What's my name? Euro, nigga, I'm all foreign
I don't care what you were saying, I'm all foreign
Get it? I don't care what you S-Aing, I'm all foreign
I dodge every impalas, can't afford to be exploring
Cause my city on some bullshit
Dawg, I can't afford to be a tourist
Yung Euro, middle finger to the bureau
But if I put my niggas down
You can be painting these mirrors
I'm the general, I can make heavens down to the couples
If imbibe the lord, get on, my niggas, down to that coral?
(Hook x2)
So I came up from nothin'
The world of pain and the suffering
It's like American dreams,
European schemes, gold chains in the dungeon
(Verse)
Devil on the loose, wid the alcohol, number one to ride
Effe on the jewels, money turn the boy slave
They foreva in a noose. Killa be killed
Berettas in the Coup
Shawties in the studio, ladies in the booth
I ain't lazy when I shoot, two hands, grip chrome, and
I'm aiming for the roof
What's war to Hussadin, that's bangin' for the truth
Always B.o.B, bricks on bricks
Dildo blocks, I only go between one bitch
I'mma listen Joe Har, I don't see no switch
Cause a life's a bitch, and the chance to slim
Then I make it well from, advance a whim(?)
Befo' I shoot a motherfucka where he plants his grin
I would neva sale my soul, but I dance wit sin
How you get rich on dollas, the answer's sin!
Ain't no luck in hip-hop, but we plan to win
You can blame it on the game, mommy
Gang banging, my momma's still ashamed 'bout me
Fuck (???) can't save my men from street sweepers
Buy a bigga gun, can't run it for bigga beef neither
Still up in the game, run base like Bee Jeeta
Finna found a fuck to give, and I was looking for my niggas
Tryna stretch, but lust keep cookin'
Gold chains in the dungeon?
Drug lords, the politics while they mess (???)
So just hit a black list shooter with his vest off
Food for though, here's another dip dish
Go grizzly and lobster, unless you dig fish
Took to see, I see dollas when I see food
Gettin' payed, I ain't gettin' payed what I'm here fo'
This an interlude of a simple dude
So I bust the grave to a style
What's a good chance that my nigga play a nine through?
You talkin' 'bout mind and I'm hanging on mine
Suga water, baby, that was made up for a crime
Yeah, motherfuckers
It's time for you to hear some real live shit
The BX boyz, Euro League
Dope Lebanese
I need you to do me a favor
We need some real American hustlers
To materialize these American dreams
The only problem is you gotta think international now
You gotta think euro
(Verse)
How the fuck I made it this far?
That's what I aks myself each day
Did I give God the pen of generations that I give off
With a favor did for Islam
Or a spaceship in a lift for alien invasion
They just get left in awe
Shocking, but quick in rocket science
I been rocking since the route was the top of life
My a.k.a. is k.a.k.: kill all kings
Topple Tyrants, I'm nirvana pulling strings
I'm who's violin?! Orchestrating to take ova
Full pound orchestrating your make ova
Gun in your face, gun to your waist?
Tell me, what's a gun to a bait?
Somebody tell me what's a sum to a (???)?
I'm never fucking a mate
If the Minotaur is your mentor
I expect you to be stuck in the maze
Enforce the body shit
AK's in the hands of a baby Somalian?
So who's rank you acknowledgin'?
With grenade thrown door tags anonymous
You just anotha star on a monument
Niggas want competition? I'm all for it
What's my name? Euro, nigga, I'm all foreign
I don't care what you were saying, I'm all foreign
Get it? I don't care what you S-Aing, I'm all foreign
I dodge every impalas, can't afford to be exploring
Cause my city on some bullshit
Dawg, I can't afford to be a tourist
Yung Euro, middle finger to the bureau
But if I put my niggas down
You can be painting these mirrors
I'm the general, I can make heavens down to the couples
If imbibe the lord, get on, my niggas, down to that coral?
(Hook x2)
So I came up from nothin'
The world of pain and the suffering
It's like American dreams,
European schemes, gold chains in the dungeon
(Verse)
Devil on the loose, wid the alcohol, number one to ride
Effe on the jewels, money turn the boy slave
They foreva in a noose. Killa be killed
Berettas in the Coup
Shawties in the studio, ladies in the booth
I ain't lazy when I shoot, two hands, grip chrome, and
I'm aiming for the roof
What's war to Hussadin, that's bangin' for the truth
Always B.o.B, bricks on bricks
Dildo blocks, I only go between one bitch
I'mma listen Joe Har, I don't see no switch
Cause a life's a bitch, and the chance to slim
Then I make it well from, advance a whim(?)
Befo' I shoot a motherfucka where he plants his grin
I would neva sale my soul, but I dance wit sin
How you get rich on dollas, the answer's sin!
Ain't no luck in hip-hop, but we plan to win
You can blame it on the game, mommy
Gang banging, my momma's still ashamed 'bout me
Fuck (???) can't save my men from street sweepers
Buy a bigga gun, can't run it for bigga beef neither
Still up in the game, run base like Bee Jeeta
Finna found a fuck to give, and I was looking for my niggas
Tryna stretch, but lust keep cookin'
Gold chains in the dungeon?
Drug lords, the politics while they mess (???)
So just hit a black list shooter with his vest off
Food for though, here's another dip dish
Go grizzly and lobster, unless you dig fish
Took to see, I see dollas when I see food
Gettin' payed, I ain't gettin' payed what I'm here fo'
This an interlude of a simple dude
So I bust the grave to a style
What's a good chance that my nigga play a nine through?
You talkin' 'bout mind and I'm hanging on mine
Suga water, baby, that was made up for a crime