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ride for your nigga, right?
Now with hearses side by side, with your nigga right
Cause it been plenty nights I barely made it through this life
Niggas

to Angeltown, but there ain't no angels
Still wearing their halos, that city is the shameful
Yeah it's hot in Miami, but I was born for the heat
And they ain't

The Mechanic

J.Armz

How to Be an MC, Vol. 50

[CHORUS:]
Man I run this rap shit 
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands

There's Sand in my Sandals and Rocks in my Pocket

I weep into my Hands, sleep in an abandoned Cockpit

Ask about the Past, I'll probably change

Heart Full gold with da Ice in My veins uh/
Flow so Cold now the city know our names/
Never go broke made a promise like a ring/
Bitch I came in game

Every place that I go into
I roll deep with the same ol' crew
And I welcome you to Cereal City
I said welcome to Cereal City
Battle Creek is the town

I'm tired of you
You fuckin with the wrong kid cus with me there's no love for you
I can't treat you right I'm scarred
You don't listen i keep tellin

Chea you could get got on the spot
Shot in the club parking lot from the AK
I’m shootin’ ‘till the trigger get hot, ahh
Pull my sleeve over my hand

(Aye) I fell low to the bottom of the ditch (too low)
Lost souls in the bottom of the ditch (hey bra)
Found gold in the bottom of the ditch(show

Fools Gold

Thin Lizzy

Johnny the Fox

1976

passing by didn't seem to understand

Fools gold
Fools gold
Fools gold
Fools gold

Broken Joe just lying in a gutter
He's gone as low as any man can be
He

diamonds, tennis chain 'round my throat (icy)
Got a bad habit of lookin' behind me 'cuz in my city it's smoke
I got PSD, my house on PST, I live by EST

can't see how someone can let you slip
& leave you down by that way side

Precious gold lost and a new love found
Girl you my shawty my ride or die
Fresh

swinging with my caddy
Swinging with my caddy, I be swinging with my caddy

New country, new city, same goals
New curve to my swing, dropping right by

paws up
'Cause you were born this way
LA FRANCE, Hands up, paris lets go! pont
Everybody on their feet, let's celebrate

My mama told me when I was young

Born and raised to blaze
The center stage like renegades for forty days
So please keep your hands raised
I’ve been rapping in a daze
Working my way

Spilt pink nail polish on my Dolce Gabbana 
(Fuck)
Opened up too much to a man and I don't love him 
(Shit) 
Ran away to Paris got lost in the city

BreedLife front man for the Committee
I go dumb dumb on ditties
On a jam like a fresh spread of skippy 
Native to the city
Where they don't squeal

One man cannot speak his piece
Yet it only takes one hand
To bring all to a blackened halt.

In the filth and despair far beneath
Where I have only

and it's ok
It's music it's hip-hop it's groundbreaking
When I do it, it's war

In the city watch how I'm
Getting head with it she do it with no hands
And I

Conceding
Fading in the aftermath
Scarred by the creed of man
Jaded by a leader's wrath
This is the art of war
Fear my hand the winds of plague
I am the end

wanna go back to your city beat
By a little teen, just a kid from the bay
West side what I'm repping today
Yes I hit the level of best five in the state

Raise Up

Petey Pablo

Dirty Azz Mix, Vol. 1

2001

we gon' do it) we're gonna stand by

This one's for North Carolina, come on and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it 'round your hand
Spin it

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

Hands together now they making me sweat
I'm contemplating what I'm finna do next
I am one of the best but who cares
I am ready to live
With no fear