's, cars, clothes I think I fell in love with clothes and foreign dough I know y'all don't be seeing me at award shows Fuck going commercial, real nigga, y'all
teller Real gangsta, a true veteran of the bid'ness Y'all show him some love, talk to 'em Bun [Bun B] Thank y'all for comin to see me this evenin (yeah
ha ha ha And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all...
off (Go 'head, bitch, be off) Can't be about C-notes She know my pockets deep enough to see a deepthroat But she won't see a dividend like 3 times [
g spot and do the g fold A hundred dollar bill, that?s a c note You got a ten of em, and that?s a g note I check the time ice blocks on my g shock You
my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at Now why should locs give a fuck? What? Nigga my mental's stuck I gotta be dirty damn near all the time, strapped
well alright, here I go I'm a rapper turn singer and you can tell that he smoke But i don't need my vocal chords all i hit is C notes N.E.R.D flow i
'll One love to 2Pac, Mr. C and Biggie Smalls And to all the soldiers in the game that we play From the Bronx to the LBC up to the Bay Cause everyday everyday fuck all
some queer, I still want them to share And all the success I received, I know you can't believe I still love 'em but they don't love me They like the
shorty On some ghetto shit nigga pass the 40's C'mon c'mon c'mon Peep the six stars a point pushing luxury cars I'd be the open wound cat still spittin' mt balls I mean you all
should take a trip and visit the (west-coast) snoop check game ima show you how to bang uncle snoopy is it true you from that 20 gang all the time
Nigga this is thug shit, that's all I represent You don't believe me, ask them niggas, I bets they love this Nigga this is thug shit, that's all I represent
's [Chorus - X2] And y'all better get use to it And y'all better get use to it And y'all better get use to it And y'all better get use to it [W.C.]
make, make money, money Take's money to survive The meanin' of life with statted chips is stay alive Cause it's all about the C-notes Gonna be fuckin
m running you back to the streets, go and hustle the corners This time I'm playing for keeps, so I think you wouldn't wanna Four c-notes turn to dimes
you fuck up my high Fuck up my high All I wanna say, "Fuck this niggas, man" Yo, first of all, after all this is over, we still all go to sleep And
and talk to y'all I want it all, all, all, all I want it all, all, all, all, all They say, "There go, Warren G with that envious stare" I love this
me We can make it last You and me We can make it last You and me It was me and you Trina who shared the hard times Still in love wit niggas who were servicing some hard times