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all gold, black Maserati
Til you find out that you have nobody
Been so long I've been on my knees
Feet so cold need the Jordan 3's
Teeth all gold, black

the back of niggas hands
And get your vein readin'
They call it New World Order
But, son, this game is in the fourth quarter
World War 3, don't drink

my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came what?

We off the chain, plus we plottin on the chain, what?

Know ya role, by the way tuck ya gold

And you

Simon Says [US Remix]

Pharoahe Monch

Simon Says/Livin' It Up [Clean]

1999

ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in

wrong and I'm
Feeling okay feeling alright
I'll be out the way like
It makes much of a miracle
We're dreaming of streets that are made with gold
We can be

2 cups fulla drank got my head all in the clouds
3 bitches in the bed with me all sleep they all wore out
4 chains wrapped around my neck white gold

Rock Me Now

Metric

Grow Up and Blow Away

2007

The town where she was born
Like town where I was born
Was built by white settlers seeking gold and other treasures
Like me she feels

Gotham
Streets in my city are rotten with bodies
Feels like I'm Peter or Parker
Because to me it just seems like I'm always surrounded by greed and these

cares who makes the laws
When you get hit by that arrow
Wall street is the place to go
Get on down with an IPO

We're going to the land of rich and plenty

I'm Back

Slim Thug

The Boss of All Bosses

2009

Let me let y'all know something bout me man
(slim thugga motherfucker)

I do this for the block I do this for the hood
I do this for the streets

eating dirt
Being buried alive
Put to death by surprise in
The name of black gods
Ain't I most fly? Young pie don't cry
Dry the tears from your eye

I Dreamed I Searched Heaven for You

Kitty Wells

Dust on the Bible

1959

you.

Vs 2
I looked on both sides of the river
That flows through the city of God
I searched through bright mansions celestial
And streets of gold

Tougher Than Leather

Run-D.M.C.

Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back [Clean]

2001

[Run-D.M.C.]
Inconceivable, unbelievable
Grammar like a hammer information receivable
Sent by the Lord, here and abroad
With words well adored

check this out, listen

Cold killer, bold old gorilla
Bold as a font with the thickness
Old as yellow gold in a Chevrolet with a stick shift
The story

Parliament's toilets
On our heads soiling
With their mail our dustbins
We're seeing a lot of problems
Caused by these three hundred thousand
Problem drug users

want a piece
Cause she everybody hoe
Gold teeth in my mouth make a pimp speak slow
3 spots 2 coasts got to keep it on the low
3 whips paid cash got

stay on dnd
Lil momma a big bird, know she belong to the streets
And I'm not talking sesame, hit hoes by three like pistol Pete (brr, brr)
More solid

Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
Six
Five
Four
Three
Two
One, happy new year
Uh, it's a new world, it's a new world
It's a new world, it's a new world

(Ahh)
One time for the real Ones
3 cheers for the Hood Rhymes
N****s getting chased by The blue lights
Digging for gold in the Moonlight
One time One

put stripes on my back for the gang Told them n****s
Im never gone change
From the sun all the way to rain
3 Tone gold that stay on my chain Never

I'm 6'3, two degrees
I'm the brain and the brawn
A 100kg of chickpeas
That meat ain't in my fork
I keep my mind sharp like Japanese titanium swords

the streets hustlin'
They said I would be nothing, I ain't let it change me
Mom dukes almost died, that's when I went phase three

I used to have big dreams

Dollar signs on my mind and I can't sleep
Always another check, always somewhere to be
A flight for 6, we'll have lunch on the lake by 3
I'll be parked

me
To Chow's or Phillipe's
Bitch you seen my peops
A-S-A-P bitch we deep up in these streets
Pretty nigga gold teeth and I roll too deep
If you want it