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}