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can’t get enough 
And they all get alarmed when we summon 
Already know that we wake the whole city up 
If them boys get behind me then I’m running

'm getting stuck
In my city they get down
Watch the way I hold it up
Won't give in, won't give up
I gotta be rich as fuck
Racks tuck, nigga what
Baddest

for a week! ...(unintelligible)... Wot? I know, yeah allright, I
know Rod said "get it done, at any cost". Well there, that's going a bit too far, isn't

you ask me
All gold and I'm flashy

Now nigga dat, now nigga dat,
Now nigga dat, now nigga dats fashion
Now nigga dat, now nigga dat,
Now nigga dat, now

too much for the brain|Now gold diggers who try to get it|I left em backwardds, they thought they farted when they shitted|Cause pubas everything,

Your Life's on the Line

50 Cent

Power of the Dollar [Unreleased]

split up
Get outta line, I get you hit up (Wooo!)
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot

New York, New York

Grandmaster Flash & the Furious Five

The Best of Sugar Hill

1995

of people, marching up the avenue 
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by 
I'm living in the land of plenty and many 
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't

Thrive

Newsboys

Thrive

2002

from here
When every sense is in mono
Walk by faith, you appear
I want to live in stereo

I can't get there from here
Without a G\od-directed go

as cool as you think you are
You wanna party after all
That's fine by me

And i'm just tryna up the energy
I'm getting carried away
I'm not into getting

Won't sell my gold, still own my soul 
My phone still on
I'm trapping again
Back in the streets, hoe I never give in
Run through yo' city die tryna get

that I speak
Shhhh
Hear the coquis when I sleep, Yea
You can find me by the beach, Uh
Musubis two of each
I don't do the teriyaki
Maybe you not me

that I speak
Shhhh
Hear the coquis when I sleep, Yea
You can find me by the beach, Uh
Musubis two of each
I don't do the teriyaki
Maybe you not me

Fly Away

Goodie Mob

Still Standing

1998

In the jug, under hot lights, crystalize so nice
When I think twice, I love long summer nights
Four records deep, and I still get stage fright
From

that I speak
Shhhh
Hear the coquis when I sleep, Yea
You can find me by the beach, Uh
Musubis two of each
I don't do the teriyaki
Maybe you not me

sometimes I act out when I'm feeling this way
So come down to the city of gold
Bring back all the lost souls
Will stand together
United as one
Will sing will

I want to see Him
O I want to see Him
O I want to see Him

I'll fly away, O Glory
I'll fly away
When I die, hallelujah by and by
I'll fly away
I

here to debate had to cut
Off my ex She got carried away

Boy I been
Gettin paid
Had to jump off the porch
While you standin in place

Nah
I'm not tryna

(walk away from me)
We different, I'm not the one to converse (uh-huh)
By the time you mumble your verse
I'll be in top five company, comfortably,

like the wind boy, or get carried away. 
You better make a break straight for the back door, or they'll come with all their guns.
You better run.

You,

Die Young

Roddy Ricch

Die Young

2018

hearted nigga with that blocka, blocka
Gotta keep it on me, I don't wanna die young
I rather be judged by twelve, than carried by six
I'ma go post bail,

want to snatch my soul from me like I'm Jesus Christ)
Compton, California, come and see what my city like
(Babies losin' hope when they see they momma

Talk about the crimes in Sun City
Let's get down to the real nitty gritty
And talk about the crimes in Sun City

A city of diamond, a city of gold
A city

arms of mine done carried the city and that’s word to Otis 


I ain’t come here to lose 
I ain’t playing by the rules.
Ain't nobody in the mood 
And I

'm stacking rollin'
Motion open minded when I'm flowin coldest on the mic and everybody knows it
Hoes is broken blinded by the gold and hoping they can find out