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Busta Rhymes – Goldmine ft Raekwon

Goldmine by Busta Rhymes


Highly talented famous rapper, Busta Rhymes teams up with Raekwon to create this amazing song which is titled “Goldmine”.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “The Big Bang” was officially released on 1 January 2006.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

Listen up below!.




Old dro bottles, and blow, blowin from both zones

Layin in them Tahoes we own the projo’s

Three for tenement we in the lobby with the big

(da dun dun dun) Don’t move cause I’m a representative

Live for the street, ask, you die in the war

‘member that — blast that three atcha — hide in the wall

We gangsta, republicans with them big things, big rings

Get your head shot off, daddy you don’t believe chains

Loose cameras, big hammers, Station Wagon, blue Phantoms

Smokin the block up, y’all witness the zoo gamblers

We ain’t takin no shorts, its just the early 80’s

That made me, now I sit paid and then maybe

Nothing but my Lords and raps, these bags of dope

Under the mattress and I clack like a slave key

Wash your squad up, I roll double refuse to rock

Closed up my door up and murked you on the job (aww)


[Hook: Busta Rhymes]

Gettin money like back in the days

niggaz get like shower posse in a spec of the drug games

Slayin niggaz, steady sprayin niggaz, till the task forces roll up

In unmarked vehicles and will be layin niggaz

Streched out, focus, see you come back triple

When we O.T. cut it with bakin soda, acquire now

Strategize, gettin paper like the chivey Jamacians

And them George Chain niggaz, might we set up a goal?


[Busta Rhymes]

We got guns tucked in our waistlines, wit raps

Hangin from our back pockets miraculous money nigga

Can’t stop at Sherlock – Home can go’s

Medallions so big wit strings you could turn ’em into banjos

Phenomenal property, drug money, scram wrap em

A hundred EX – golden like a hundred graham crackers

Sidewindin niggaz tryna infiltrate blindside

A nigga hit you wit the eight, three in the club

Dumbin out, drunk in fronta the airbrush

Backdrop ones out, five dollars for bitches wit the guns out

Juggle for a couple days close shop thinkin,

To you the bubble until the strip is hotter than a microwave

Don’t stop, travel all my spare time and keep niggaz wit us

To push shit like George Jefferson Airline

No fro niggaz better go chill, ‘fore this gun

Goes up your nose like coke sniffin up your nose dude





Ay yo, snoop me kid, coop me in the red room booth

And eatin Fruit Loops its all for the loot boo

Designated hammer that’ll lay ya up scrambling

Blant ninjas get ’em more popped up, and start blowin niggaz magnums up

Caught me in the mix wit some rich soldiers, that reaction

Is a key action, black sent forty doja’s up

We hunt ’em like big plans, my big mans and them

Slick as the shit breaks from outtas you, rip dip, then quakes them


[Busta Rhymes]

See I was always good at science, in the class I was hopin

Ask ’em for the chemistry temperature now I’m cookin the coke up

Used to sit and watch them older niggaz for hours

And did acknowledge to how cold water quickly harden the powder

Took your turn into somethin big to accredit (uhh)

But ya needs connect shit up from South America

Money calculations, told B.I.G. I sit up on it still

Holdin old hundred dollar bills, wit small faces