to survive, on the Southside [C-Note] It's your block, but my streets And every nigga that I fuck with, is on feet You done drove down, the wrong street
the Clover's in me I done made a million dollas, off of street fame So you can never take away, my fucking street name Now-a-day's, it's Playstations
, until them FED's come get me F-A-T P-A-T, S.U.C R.I.P., from Lil' Keke Give it to me, got to get it nothing but love C-Note and Cloverland, and that
paid nigga, live my life On the streets, from the cradle to the grave nigga I'm a made nigga, got no time for you bitches And you bustas, I'm a paid nigga [C-Note
much, like the motherfucking streets mayn It's all the same, in this motherfucking rap game It's so much, like the motherfucking streets mayn [C-Note
sale [Hook x2] [C-Note:] Get down you should ride with us, on blades I'm creeping up your block, in a burban Escalade C-Note and Juvenile, and we coming
steady knocking to this Keep the nine millimeter guns, cocking to this And you gon know me when you see me, by the rocks on my wrist [C-Note] Plenty
nigga, we the Screwed Up Click You fuck around with me and C, and we gon shoot up shit [C-Note] We hustled in this street game, we hustled for the street fame
, you're my world There's a good and a bad way To have to be a sad way If you gonna love somebody, yeah I'll love you good [C-Note] C-Note ain't with
[C-Note:] Put your money on me, I move like a half a ki' Coming down, in the J-A-G Represent for the S.U.C., I know these boys wanna get to me But you
4] [Hook:] (wa-la), when them diamonds in your face (wa-la), when we open up your safe (wa-la), two Rolexes Keys to the Lexus, 3rd Coast Texas [C-Note
many niggaz gon feel our wrath, how many niggaz gon feel our past C-Note and JK on a paper chase, Oklahoma City and Texas plates [C-Note:] Texas plates
that's on a six hour note Attitude like Pimp C, cup taste like Big Moe R.I.P. to Pat and his big brother, hope that's my big bro Every C.D. in my car
us getting paid G's, cause I'm straight out of no cash A broke motherfucker, named Z-Ro That was a long time ago, because now I got some c-notes I'ma
rhyme my **** when the tape cut off The price of fame, a dope chain, the same chain Yo, he tapped to the roof, watch the block, watch 'em hang From Broad Street
get bigger you know we gonna multiply niggaz Blend up the mixtures and fly niggaz you want to take pictures Kick another Then I rip another lyric furilla Gorrila power persona rhyme get money quicker C'mon c'mon c
my mother Try to explain to my son, tell my girl I love her C-4 up under the coat, snatch up my dog Turn like three buildings on wall street, into a fog
You want from me But I do know You know what I want from You Give it to me c'mon, take away this Hennessey Take away me runnin' the street Stop people
