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Six million ways to mob, choose one
South Brooklyn ting, aye
Sheesh, sheesh (Yeah, yeah)
Sheepshead (Rose)
Stand up
Whoa, whoa
My city cold, this

Eyo, this shit is crazy
Inspired by a movie
One, two
One, two, three, yeah
Despair laid on the ground
Nigga make your choice
Got few options for you

wanna act like they see me
5% tint bitch you can't see me
I gotta run through the city of
Swerving the whip right up
Up in that ditch
We whip around in

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a side piece and a gold digger
Lemonade and malt liquor, 7-Eleven, city slicker
Warship be so greedy with the bread, call us penny pinchers
Life be so

Ride Wit Me

Nelly

Country Grammar

2000

want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go

I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I'm

Golds in They Mouth

Master P

Ghetto Postage

2000

Master P
Golds in They Mouth Lyrics
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
Them boys from the south.. got golds in they mouth..
Don't trust them when this sun

of straw and
patient animals standing around.  The mother nods by the side
of the child.  Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks

Niggas die In city
Mommas cry in my city
Police slide like its drive by 
Get shoot in the back like you Ricky
Trying to survive Is like a sky dive

While I pay for my soul
With my pain and some gold
Will you pray something old
As I stay as I'm told
While I pay for my soul
With my blood and some

makin it hard to get by
See I was only 12 but I didn't even cry
Made a vow to myself to make a living for I die
Shit got hard sleeping n my mama car

spirit will carry me on

Wings like eagles
To the city in the clouds

In this city
There are streets made out of gold
And there's a fortune
Waiting to be

gold frosted or ceramic
Told bro spin it so he spun it
We are not the same, big Mike's from a whole different-
Top bins, what a set piece, fling it in

better call a Lyft
I don't mess with the fake counterfeit
You can tell by the way that I spit
It's legit on my momma dem
I know that I'm blessed
So no

shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is

This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread

a good trip
Made a couple business partners, margin offers the whole tip oh
Back in the city the see me as Mary saw Joseph
I'm daddy out here, I aint even

to be there
Gold watch and a rosary band
My girl never in New York it's to cold to be there
In California she belong in a home we could share
I'm still

murdered by 6
I'm popping off now, gold all over my wrist
Imma pop off 
Travel my route
Showing each city
What i'm about
Imma scale the stakes 
Imma give

bro, she would send pictures with her head low and the ass up with no clothes on
It's a tricky thing cause we all know glitter ain't gold but still I

I used to be fearful then I got me a Glock
Now whenever they seeing me they all like hold up aye
Bigger city deeper pains I'm loading it up
Whatever

to metal tribes
A pillar of cash upon an empty life
They pray and pray and hope and pray
That wisdom might just come our way
By sucking on a carcass

the city mine
One for the money (One)
Two for my niggas (Two)
Three for the bitches pray to God you riding with me
Riding with that iron cause niggas dying