Text: Prince. Goldnigga Pt. 1.

Hey, what up y'all?
NPG's in the house kickin' the gift
Talkin' about us livin' in an incubated society
And ain't shit changed in 20 years y'all
We just in a state of sobriety
That's right - this one is subject 2 justification
Cuz we shootin' 4 heads of state
Hmph, and 2 my brothers and sisters strugglin' 2 try and learn
Don't be confused by the term...

Ahh, Goldnigga - a term that might seem offensive 2 some
But one we've adapted - that means the money's earned
By the knowledge and creative efforts of a black man
Who can feel good cuz there's no blood on his hands
In a time when respect is gotten, not from what a leader might say
But 9 M's, Glock 7's and AK's
It's a shame, but that's the way it is
That's the reality of things - our state of mind has been twisted
Demented in the way that seems irreversible
2 much clout and status in the movers and shakers and people with pull
Instead of leading, we are being led
By generations of punk motherfu... Yo Tone, nuff said
Yeah, U right, but I must speak on this
Before me and my people die in this endless abyss
So as we go round and round in an attempt 2 get bigger
I send a shout out 2 all my fellow Goldniggaz
Stay strong!

CHORUS:
Goldnigga - we can turn this mutha out
Goldnigga - tell me what U're all about (Stay strong)
Goldnigga - we can turn this mutha out
Goldnigga - tell me what U're all about (Please, please stop!)

Get up, stand up, stand up 4 your rights
Cuz Goldniggaz don't go out without a fight
Mentality's 2 strong, we bring brothers who struggle along
Nevermind preachin' about the prior things they had did wrong
Cuz every new day is a fresh start
And I mean that shit from the bottom of my heart
I place this burden on the shoulders with an upraisal in effect
It's time we earn proper respect
(Please stop!) {sample repeats in BG}
Big up goldniggaz

CHORUS
(Yeah) (Come on, come on)
(Mmm, say it) (We, we, we like it)

U better stop! {sample repeats 2 fade}