Lyrics:

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}