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Golds in They Lyrics
2X: Master P]
Them boys from the south.. got golds in mouth..
Don't trust them when sun drought..
them boys will take you out

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

[Chorus 2X: P]

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You got the dizzoe? Then me by the sizzoe
Me and Big Kirk, Nut, by a fizzoe
D and Hoy posted up by the (ya heard)
See Jeeko and Mutsi, soldiers
You short in my hood, then you get delt with
We take head shots like Preacher Man, you want shit
We throw it off them boys in Texas
Lil Jay and Lil Keith, in a chrome grill
Me and Green in a
Jump off boys.. off like it's Cali
Roll through the Lou, holla at
Had two country shaking that thang in a Telly

2X: Master P]

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

That bulls off the leash when we up to no
It's a in the projects every first and fifthteenth
And if you ain't the hood, then you might get tripled

[Chorus 2X: P]

South..
Now I'm one of them boys, up from the south
Chrome toys, up with them golds in my mouth
C-Murder (what?) True nigga, out, hustle hard
From the streets, the CP3, my they'll pull your car
Runnig from the cops.. we do it.. we dissappear
Is tha bad? We second yo ass up in my city
I'm the N-O-L-I-M-I-T!
Don't give a if you don't like me!
Yea, I walk a lean like I'm on some other shit
I'm on top.. you can by my click
I'm from the south lil daddy.. can ya
Now the f**k up before I split 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 them golds? Where y'all at whodi?
And niggas with that wanna be platinum shit,
y'all know that's gold nigga! (ha ha)