My rhyme don't prove no crime You can't chain up my rhyme No, you can chain no rhyme Murder, what is murder? When you love like her When you love like her Headed in west, I'm short on rest My boots to the test And I'm headed west Gold dust is a must My only lust Gold dust Gold dust Digging for a living You know it ain't a sin To say how and when Pick axe and my saddle bags Is all I have To get rich from rags In my veins, gold-blooded I remain gold-blooded Gold-blooded Taking my luck on the chin It's the business I'm in You either lose or win Find me my what I can't see That's all I need Is beneath me In my veins, gold-blooded I remain, gold-blooded