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**Welcome to the Official Thread for Neighborhood Watch Entertainment (N.W.E)** Step into the world of Neighborhood Watch Entertainment, where the beats are as hard as the streets. Founded by the infamous Goldie Mack, better known as G Money, this label is all about authenticity, loyalty, and giving back to the community. ### **About Neighborhood Watch Entertainment (N.W.E)** Neighborhood Watch Entertainment, known as N.W.E., was established in 2019 by Goldie Mack, a 31-year-old O.G. of the Rollin 60s Neighborhood Crips. G Money has been entrenched in street life since his teenage years, dealing drugs and pimping since 2017. Using his street earnings, he invested in the music industry, creating N.W.E. with the vision of turning his friends and fellow gang members into legitimate businessmen while giving back to his community. ### **The Visionary: Goldie Mack aka G Money** - **Age:** 31 - **Street Name:** G Money - **Affiliation:** Rollin 60s Neighborhood Crips (O.G.) - **Background:** Drug dealer, pimp, and underground rapper - **Music Career:** Writing rhymes since his teenage years, rapping underground since the early 2020s ### **N.W.E. Family** N.W.E. is more than a label; it's a family. It comprises members from the Rollin 60s and other Neighborhood Crip gangs who bring raw, unfiltered stories from the streets into their music. G Money's goal is to transform their hustles into respectable business ventures while staying true to their roots. ### **Rumors and Street Talk** There are rumors that Neighborhood Watch Entertainment serves as a front for G Money's criminal operations. It's said they employ Mafia-like tactics to edge out competition in the music industry and that G Money uses the label to supply his gang with guns and drugs. Regardless of the truth, N.W.E.'s reputation for power and influence is undeniable. ### **Join the Movement** Support the real ones in the game. Follow Neighborhood Watch Entertainment to get the latest tracks, exclusive shows, and the uncut stories behind the music. This isn’t just about listening—it’s about being part of a movement that understands the grind and hustle of street life. **Stay Connected:** - **Instagram:** @NeighborhoodWatchEnt - **Twitter:** @NWEOfficial - **YouTube:** NWE Official Channel This thread is dedicated to fans, supporters, and those interested in the rise of Neighborhood Watch Entertainment. Discuss the music, share your thoughts, and connect with others who appreciate realness. This is a space for respect—no snitching, no fakes. **Welcome to the N.W.E. family.**

I'd advise everyone that want to portray a LA Blood/Crip faction to study this

* G-Money drops another hit. * G-Money starts raining pure game at 0:10. (The Hook) Mob tactics, that's how ya pimp, Know your game and never be limp. Stay in control and make yo moves, Mob tactics, no one can refuse. Mob tactics, that's how ya pimp, Know your game and never be limp. Stay in control and make yo moves, Mob tactics, no one can refuse. (1st Verse) Makin moves, that's how i roll, Mob mentality, takin control. Building alliances, in yo town, Haters talkin smack, but they ass goin down. Pimpin ain't easy, but I make it look smooth, Mob tactics in play, ain't got shit to lose. Power moves only, i dominate the game, Rollin with my crew, we ain't never tame. Strategize and organize, that's the key, Crushin opposition, they can't get me. Makin deals in the dark, i stay underground, Step to me wrong, gettin shut down. Stackin chips, I'm on the rise, Mobbin in motion, ain't no compromise. Enemies tremble when they hear my name, Pimpin with precision, it's all part of the game. (The Hook) Mob tactics, that's how ya pimp, Know your game and never be limp. Stay in control and make yo moves, Mob tactics, no one can refuse. Mob tactics, that's how ya pimp, Know your game and never be limp. Stay in control and make yo moves, Mob tactics, no one can refuse. (2nd Verse) Clicking up with the powerful elite, Rollin through the streets, we can't be beat. Haters keep hatin, but i keep climbing higher, Mobbin in action, set the city on fire. Makin moves in silence, never leave a trace, Pimp hand strong, we control the pace. Taking what's ours, ain't no room for doubt, Mobbin supreme, that's what it's about. Smooth talkin, sharp dressin, I'm a king, Makin power plays, pullin strings. Haters fade away when they see us comin thru, Mobbin unstoppable, there's nothin we can't do. Rollin with my crew, we movin as one, Mob mentality, gettin the job done. Makin connections, expanding our reach, Haters try to stop us, but they can't breach. (The Hook) Mob tactics, that's how ya pimp, Know your game and never be limp. Stay in control and make your moves, Mob tactics, no one can refuse. Mob tactics, that's how ya pimp, Know your game and never be limp. Stay in control and make yo moves, Mob tactics, no one can refuse. (Last Verse) Streets on lock, we control the scene, Mobbin in play, livin the dream. Rising to the top, ain't no lookin back, Pimpin with style, stayin on track. Playin the game, I'm playin to win, Mobbin in action, it's sink or swim. Makin moves in the shadows, never seen, Pimpin with finesse, makin green. Rollin with the bosses, callin the shots, Mobbin in effect, i hit the jackpot. Crushin Opps, they can't compete, Pimp game strong, we can't be beat. Rulin the streets, we the kings of the night, Mobbin in full swing, takin flight. Stackin paper, makin moves, that's the plan, Pimpin with authority, we rulers of the land. (Stops)

[/ * G-Money drops another song about his lifestyle. * G-Money starts rapping as soon as the beat drop. (The Chorus) Pimp Plug on the scene, ruling with flair, Pimp game so strong, I'm beyond compare. My walk, my talk, all dripping with class, Pimp Plug the one, making moves fast. With diamond rings shining, and gold chains gleaming, Pimp Plug the top dog, always scheming. My ladies by my side, loyal and true, With Pimp Plug in charge, they know what to do. (1st Verse) Pimp Plug, I'm the man in demand, With connections stretching across the land, From city streets to suburban lanes, I'm the one who holds the reins. I got the goods, from A to Z, Whatever you need, i got the key, From drugs to guns and everything between, The Pimp Plug's got the ultimate scene. Rolling in my ride, shades on tight, I'm always ready for the night, With a smirk on my lips and a twinkle in my eye, I'm the one you call when you're ready to fly. I walk with swag, i talks with grace, I got style all over the place, In the underworld, I'm kingpin supreme, With a reputation that gleams. (The Chorus) Pimp Plug on the scene, ruling with flair, Pimp game so strong, I'm beyond compare. My walk, my talk, all dripping with class, Pimp Plug the one, making moves fast. With diamond rings shining, and gold chains gleaming, Pimp Plug the top dog, always scheming. My ladies by my side, loyal and true, With Pimp Plug in charge, they know what to do. (2nd Verse) From back alleys to posh hotel suites, My clientele never retreats, They come for the thrill, they come for the ride, 'Cause with Pimp Plug, there's no need to hide. I got the ladies, elegant and fine, Ready to please, rain or shine, With a flick of my wrist and a snap of my fingers, I got the power that lingers. But don't cross me, or you'll feel the heat, Pimp Plug's wrath, ain't nothing sweet, I rules the streets with an iron fist, In my world, there's no room for a twist. So if you're in need of some serious clout, Pimp Plug's the one to shout, I'll hook you up, no questions asked, With Pimp Plug, you're never outclassed. (The Chorus) Pimp Plug on the scene, ruling with flair, Pimp game so strong, I'm beyond compare. My walk, my talk, all dripping with class, Pimp Plug the one, making moves fast. With diamond rings shining, and gold chains gleaming, Pimp Plug the top dog, always scheming. My ladies by my side, loyal and true, With Pimp Plug in charge, they know what to do. (Last Verse) Late-night deals in dim-lit bars, Pimp Plug's making waves among the stars, With a flick of my cigar and a toss of my hat, Pimp Plug's the man, no doubt about that. From street corners to high-rise towers, Pimp Plug's got the magic powers, To make dreams come true, for a price, With Pimp Plug, there's no need to think twice. So raise your glass to the Pimp Plug's reign, In the underworld, I'm the main, With a posse of hustlers and a crew of dames, I got the game, locked in chains. So here's to the Pimp Plug, long may I reign, In the world of hustle, im the main crane, With a swagger so smooth and a style so slick, Pimp Plug's the one who does the trick. (The Chorus) Pimp Plug on the scene, ruling with flair, Pimp game so strong, I'm beyond compare. My walk, my talk, all dripping with class, Pimp Plug the one, making moves fast. With diamond rings shining, and gold chains gleaming, Pimp Plug the top dog, always scheming. My ladies by my side, loyal and true, With Pimp Plug in charge, they know what to do. [Stops:]

* G-Money drops another single called "Re-Up". * G-Money starts spitting game as soon as the beat drop. (1st Verse) Counting cash, gotta make it last, Pimping hoes, moving fast. Money low, but the game's the same, Gotta hustle hard, gotta play the game. 1-2-3, stacking bills, 4-5-6, climbing hills. Money, guns, fear, respect, In the streets, gotta collect. 10-11-12, on the grind, 13-14, money on my mind. Hoes on the corner, money to be made, Gotta stay sharp, gotta get paid. 15-16, moving weight, 17-18, can't hesitate. Fear in their eyes when they see me comin, Respect on the streets, my name they're drummin. 19-20, counting stacks, 21-22, no turning back. Money talks, and I speak it well, In this game of life, gotta excel. (G-Money Sings) The game won't let me chill, Gotta re-up just to pay the bills. So I gotta get my pimp on, Player Haters won't leave me alone. The game won't let me chill, Gotta re-up just to pay the bills. So I gotta get my pimp on, Player Haters won't leave me alone. (2nd Verse) 23-24, clocking time, 25-26, on the climb. Guns on my hip, ready to protect, Street smarts sharp, no room for neglect. 27-28, never fold, 29-30, streets of gold. Re-up, re-up, gotta stay in check, Money, guns, fear, respect. 31-32, closing the deal, Every move calculated, every move real. In this game of life, gotta stay true, Re-up, re-up, that's what we do. 33-34, dodging heat, 35-36, gotta keep discreet. Eyes on the prize, never losing sight, In the dead of night, we own the fight. (G-Money Sings) The game won't let me chill, Gotta re-up just to pay the bills. So I gotta get my pimp on, Player Haters won't leave me alone. The game won't let me chill, Gotta re-up just to pay the bills. So I gotta get my pimp on, Player Haters won't leave me alone. (Last Verse) 37-38, stacking chips, 39-40, on those long trips. Through the city lights, chasing dreams, In this concrete jungle, nothing's as it seems. 41-42, counting days, 43-44, finding new ways. To stay ahead, to stay alive, In this game of survival, we strive. 45-46, running schemes, 47-48, breaking seams. Through the cracks, we make our way, In the hustle and bustle, where shadows play. 49-50, reaching heights, 51-52, winning fights. Against the odds, against the grain, In this life of risk, we carve our gain. (G-Money Sings) The game won't let me chill, Gotta re-up just to pay the bills. So I gotta get my pimp on, Player Hater's won't leave me alone. The game won't let me chill, Gotta re-up just to pay the bills. So I gotta get my pimp on, Player Hater's won't leave me alone. (Stops)

* Macc Money drops another song. * G-Money starts rapping as soon as the song drop.. (Chorus) Tryna bring me down, but they can't compete, I'm king of the streets, pimp game elite. Steal my hoes? Nah, that ain't how it goes, I'm the real deal, bitch, I'm the one who knows. Step your game up, haters, you ain't got what it takes, I'm the top dog here, ruling with no breaks. You can hate all you want, but you can't break my flow, I'm a true pimp, bitch, watch me glow. (1st Verse) Listen up, it's time to face the facts, I'm the pimp in this game, leading the pack. You think you can steal my hoes, but you're just small fries, Cause they know who's the real deal, who's got the prize. I strut through the streets with my swag so strong, While you stay lurking, doing me wrong. But sorry, suckas, can't touch my throne, My hoes stay loyal, they're all on my own. Step your game up, try to catch my flow, But sorry, clowns, you'll always be too slow. I'm the king of this city, with the ladies in tow, While you haters stay chasing, with nothing to show. You try to fake it, but you'll never be like me, Cause I'm the true pimp, as real as can be. My game is on point, my style is legit, While you bitches stay fakin', ain't got shit. (Chorus) Tryna bring me down, but they can't compete, I'm king of the streets, pimp game elite. Steal my hoes? Nah, that ain't how it goes, I'm the real deal, bitch, I'm the one who knows. Step your game up, haters, you ain't got what it takes, I'm the top dog here, ruling with no breaks. You can hate all you want, but you can't break my flow, I'm a true pimp, bitch, watch me glow. (2nd Verse) So keep on hating, while I keep on shining, I'll be stacking my cash while you're left behind, pining. To be on my level, but you'll never make it, Cause I'm the true player, and you can't fake it. My hoes know the deal, they see through your lies, While you haters stay scheming, with envy in your eyes. You can't steal my thunder, can't break my stride, Cause I'ma real pimp, with nothing to hide. So bow down to greatness, acknowledge who's on top, Cause I'm the true player, ain't never gonna flop. Keep on hating, while I keep on rising, I'll be living the dream while you're left behind, despising. You can't steal my hoes, they're loyal to the core, Cause I'm the true pimp, they keep coming back for more. So step your game up, but you'll never surpass, The one and only player who's always gonna last. (Chorus) Tryna bring me down, but they can't compete, I'm king of the streets, pimp game elite. Steal my hoes? Nah, that ain't how it goes, I'm the real deal, bitch, I'm the one who knows. Step your game up, haters, you ain't got what it takes, I'm the top dog here, ruling with no breaks. You can hate all you want, but you can't break my flow, I'm a true pimp, bitch, watch me glow. (Last Verse) Break yourself, it's the pimp supreme, Stepping in the scene, living the dream. Player haters, better watch your step, Tryna steal my hoes, you'll meet your death. I'm the real deal, ain't no fake in me, My game's tight, for all to see. I stroll down the street with swag and grace, My presence alone makes the haters erase. They can't touch this, they can't compete, I own these streets, from the pavement to the beat. My hoes, they loyal, they stay by my side, With me as their pimp, they ain't got no need to hide. So haters, step back, you ain't got what it takes, To match my style, the moves that I make. I'm king of the night, ruler of the game, Pimpin' ain't easy, but it's all in my name. (Stops)

* G Money drops his first song. * G-Money starts talking shit as soon as the beat drops. [The Intro G Money says:] Yeaaaa, this goes out to all you jealous muthafuckas talkin that shit, so y'all thought I was gone change my style? This for all you Punk ass, Trick ass, Weak ass, Dumb ass, Side Buster, Hoe Truster, Sitting down while you piss ass, Bitch Made Haters, you know who you are... (1st Verse) Take a good look I’m nothin but a Maccsta split down the middle a half way Hoodsta. Let the world know G-Money got game, rollin in my ole school Pimp’ed Out Blade. Ain’t got time for a Hoe i stay Loc’ed-Out, selling Blue Cheese to the Fiends getting Smoke’d Out. Inner-City Monsta, fleeing from a One-Time, still i stay strapped for the foo’s tryina take mine. So, Watch me don’t you try to stop me, when you see sidin thru yo hood nigga Jock me. Creeps thru the fog I’m G what chu know? Swift like the wind in the air you don’t feel me tho. This is how I’m commin ain’t no need to Loc-up, bouncin when i jet left your whole set smoked up. It ain’t nothing but that Hog in me, doing it all for the mighty green. (Chorus) Gangstas keeps it mooovin! While the Playas keep it cruuuisin! Bitches keep on chooosin! While bustas keep on looosin! Gangsta Pimpin at its finest, Collectin and controllin with violence, Mackin in total siiilence! Makin everybody quiet. (2nd Verse) I’m from where the hoes get paid and the pimps get paid, while she’s standing on the corner I’m sitting in the shade. Y’know the Crips and Bloods kill all the time, but I work a hoe to death it’s pimp on mine. I ain’t gone laugh and I ain’t gone cry, all I’ma do is pimp or die. My hoes got thighs and I stay fly, when she look a trick in a eye she says: “How much pussy you wanna buy?” It's G-Money, King of the Stroll, and pimpin them hoes is all I know. I stay pimped out from head to toe, and leave a tail of hoes everywhere I go. And if you ain’t a hoe from the stroll, you ain’t the hoe I’m lookin fo. My hoes buy me rings cuz my pimpin is insane, If you can’t hang get up out this game. (Chorus) Gangstas keeps it mooovin! While the Playas keep it cruuuisin! Bitches keep on chooosin! While bustas keep on looosin! Gangsta Pimpin at its finest, Collectin and controllin with violence, Mackin in total siiilence! Makin everybody quiet. (Last Verse) P.I.M.P, What does it mean? Put It in My Pocket is the name of the game. A Playa In Management Position, Mackin like Double Owe Seven. Pimpin Is My Profit just Place It in My Pocket. Pussy Is My Purpose, living off hooker service. I got Prostitutes In Many Places, just call me the pimp of the ages. Now if a hoe change things won’t be the same, this what I’ll do to that cum drinking lane. I’ll make em suck my dick and I do mean daily, I’ll cum in they booty hole cuz I ain’t got time for babies. I’ll ride that ass like a pony cuz I ain’t no phony, and I’ll shit in her casket at the funeral ceremony. (Chorus) Gangstas keeps it mooovin! While the Playas keep it cruuuisin! Bitches keep on chooosin! While bustas keep on looosin! Gangsta Pimpin at its finest, Collectin and controllin with violence Mackin in total siiilence! Makin everybody quiet. [The Outro G-Money says:] And STAY QUIET! No matter how much you Yap, I'll still be The Mack, that's why y'all got my dick in yo mouth and I'm making it taste like shit, you never been shit, ain't gone be shit ain't go do shit but bitch bitch bitch and ain't gone do shit to stop it!... I'm out... [Stops:]

G-Money: A Pimps Poetry Chapter 1: The Rise of G-Money Hol' up, fam. Back in the day, on April 10th, '93, Goldie Mack blessed San Fierro Hospital with his presence. His pops, Donell, was a brotha who'd flipped scripts, from street hustlin' to throwin' down with the Black Panthers. And his mama, Marie, held it down as a nurse at the same crib where Goldie popped out. Fast forward to '98, when Goldie hit up San Fierro Elementary. But life threw a curveball when his folks couldn't hang in the Bay anymore. Gentrification was trippin', so they had to bounce to Los Santos, Overhill Drive in Glen Park. That hood was lit, back in the day, not gonna lie. Pimps, hos, stick-up kids, dopeboys, and gangs ran the show. By 2006, Goldie, then 13, was cold kickin' it with the Overhill Rollin 60s, the Bacc Hood 60s, a shady click within the Rollin 60s Neighborhood Crips. Then came 2007, when Goldie hit Crenshaw High, he was already makin' a name for himself with Overhill 60s. Breakin' into cribs, jackin' folks for their loot, throwin' down with rival sets, bustin' caps, and taggin' up walls. Yeah, he was on the come-up, earnin' that nickname G-Money for real. Chapter 2: Homie Drops the Hammer and Hits the Big Time During this time, 2009 to be exact, Goldie, a young buck just 16 summers young, copped his first ride—a clean '58 Tornado. He linked with his crew, flipped that joint into a sick lowrider, and we boom, the Ghetto Roll Models C.C were born. They started slayin' the competition, making bank at them lowrider shows. One fateful day, late 2010, at Crenshaw High, Goldie's vibe switched when he met Sunny Monroe, a fly mixed chick with moves like Shakira. They tight quick, and before you know it, they was like Bonnie and Clyde. Flash forward to Graduation Day, 2011. Goldie's chillin' at his party, set up by the one and only Sunny Monroe. Outta nowhere, these twin sisters, Brandisha and Janis Reeves, step to him lookin' fly. Sunny had the whole thing planned. They talked that game, got Goldie all hot and bothered, and ended up having a 3 Way with him. But here's the kicker: after the session, they hit Goldie up like, 'Ay, we wanna turn you into a player.' They had this crew called the B&J Network, hookin' up with the bigwigs in Los Santos. Goldie was like, 'Really tho?' and by the end of the day, they'd brought in over $8K. Money talks, and Goldie couldn't resist the hustle. He ditched his lowrider homies and his boy Deshawn Jenkins, and he was out here on the block, running a crew of his own. Chapter 3: The West Coast Hustler During the Spring of 2012, when Goldie hit 19, he was a young hustler on the grind. He flipped that prostitution dough into a crib in Marina, keepin' it lowkey and avoidin' the drama in South Central. Focused on his paper, he started building an empire. That led him to link up with some heavy hitters. One crew, the Valentine Enterprise, was tight. They was run by Natasha and Kimberly Valentine, and their G, Carry Saunders. They took a shine to Goldie and hooked him up with a sweet penthouse in the Valentine Hotel on Rodeo Drive. But it wasn't all about livin' large. They wanted Goldie to recruit more girls for their brothel hidden inside the hotel, and have him run it as co-manager. Goldie was all about that, and the money started flowin' like crazy. He was rubbin' elbows with the rich and famous out in West L.S. By the time he turned 20, Goldie Loc was killin' it. He was a co-manager at the 'Pretty Pony' strip club in Verona Beach and 'Gangsters Paradise' in Temple, a spot that had everything from a brothel to a nightclub. Goldie was a baller, a hustler, and the talk of the town. Chapter 4: From the Streets to the Music Biz and Beyond Goldie was a hustler with big dreams. Rhymin' since he was a teen, he dropped hot tracks underground as 'G-Money.' But he wasn't just spittin' bars—he was connectin' with foos from every hood, Crips, Bloods, and even Eses. They were his soldiers, his homies on the grind. Goldie's right-hand man, Deshawn Jenkins, was a pimp and a player. Together, they ruled their empire. But when Deshawn took his own life in 2013, Goldie took the reigns solo. Goldie's game was gettin' bigger. He linked up with a fat cat from the Russian Mafia, met him at some lit party at the Pretty Pony. They plotted to open up a house of ill repute, disguised as a massage parlor and spa in the Commerce District. It was gonna be a dope front for their shady business. Final Chapter: Justice's Vendetta I'm about to drop some realness on y'all. Check it, it was all going down for Goldie. His joints and the grimey money he was slingin' were getting hit by this dirty cop named Harry Dickerson. This fool was known for the nasty, violating some folks he collared, especially the ladies of the night. They called him 'Officer Dick Em Down' for a reason. Anyways, Harry raped and killed one of Goldie's women, and he was cooking up some bogus evidence to pin it on him. That's when Goldie hit the bricks and rolled into Montgomery, Red County. He hooked up with a local G named Franklin Clay, who threw some dough at the pigs to ease the heat. But their ride came to a screeching halt when Franklin got popped by the fuzz in San Fierro during a wild car chase with Goldie. Franklin jumped out with his heat, blazin' away at the SFPD. The fools blasted him quick, and they were about to smoke Goldie too. But he threw up his hands and got busted for two cold-blooded murders, plus he got hit with pimping, kidnapping, and violating some women. They gave him the death penalty, but Goldie was like, 'Nah, I ain't guilty.' So they knocked him down to 25 to Life. That same year, a detective was on Goldie's case and caught up with Officer Dickerson, the lowlife. Harry got shipped to Death Row, and guess what? Goldie got sprung from the joint in 2024. He wasted no time getting his hustle back up and running.