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Golds in Mouth Lyrics
2X: Master P]
Them boys from the south.. got in they mouth..
trust them when this sun drought..
cause them boys take you out

P]
Nigga thuggin' in the so I'm still in the game
I'm out that nigga, bout to let my nuts hang
I'm a No Soldier and we running the streets
my hood screaming CP3!
Big Boz uptown holding it down
My lil cousin Hot Boy the new of the town
C-Murder and Wango got the jets on
And me and Silkk, we the new f**king keys to the

[Chorus 2X: P]

P]
You got the Then meet me by the sizzoe
Me and Big Kirk, Nut, by a fizzoe
D and Hoy up by the Nolia (ya heard)
See and Mutsi, they soldiers
You come short in my hood, you get delt with
We take head shots Preacher Man, you want feel shit
We it off like them boys in Texas
Lil Jay and Lil Keith, in a chrome grill
Me and Green in a
Jump off boys.. jumping off like Cali
Roll the Lou, holla at Nelly
Had two country girls shaking thang in a Telly

2X: Master P]

P]
Tank tops and bandannas, Low Riders on
Rolls Royce's and Bentley's on twenty Sanders
ATL, on my way to the Club
J.D. and Outkast showed me
See at the Grammy's, It was wack like the Wammy's
I said, the baddest bicth?' He said, 'Miami.' (ha ha)
Cause I run a gang of niggas
Big Greg, T-Harris, O.G. and Killa
We roll through the beach, a couple of thugs in the

That bulls off the leash we up to no good
It's a party in the every first and fifthteenth
And if you from the hood, then you might get tripled

[Chorus 2X: P]

South..
Now I'm one of them boys, gatted up the south
Chrome toys, tatted up with golds in my mouth
(what?) True nigga, thugged out, hustle hard
From the streets, the CP3, my dogg pull your car
Runnig from the cops.. we do it.. we dissappear
Is tha bad? We line yo ass up in my city
I'm the N-O-L-I-M-I-T!
give a f**k if you don't like me!
Yea, I walk a lean like I'm on some other shit
I'm on top.. you can tell by my
I'm from the lil daddy.. can ya dig?
Now back the f**k up before I yo sh....

[Chorus 2X: P]

'em up, wet 'em up
'em up, wet 'em up
'em up, wet 'em up
'em up, wet 'em up
'em up, wet 'em up
'em up, wet 'em up
'em up, wet 'em up
'em up, wet 'em up
'em up, wet 'em up
'em up, wet 'em up
'em up, wet 'em up
'em up, wet 'em up
'em up (ha ha)

This out (No Limit!) to the east and the west.
I y'all! (ha ha) What! What! What! What! What!
We thuggin'. Put 'em up! Thuggin' with them teeth.
Where them thug girls with golds? Where y'all at whodi?
And y'all niggas with that wanna be shit,
y'all know that's whit nigga! (ha ha)