When you see me comin', better run for fuckin' cover bum Blite, AK, SK, .44, Tre8 This body kinda heavy, D.O.A., air away So bitch you better take notes
[Los] I go super hard, nothing less than devoted, I put knowledge in every bar, Take a second and note it, I know that things aint what they seem, It'
about me baby" sweet brown shuga "tell about me baby" sweet brown shuga "tell about me baby" She's commin straigh outta Encino hittin football players for the c-notes
'em like two secret agents In the region of the forest where the march hare dwells I sit and write scriptures by the old wishin' well Collect all my notes
they can get rich quickly Now this is heresy, false, it's not true 2nd Corinthians chapter 8 and verse 2 Read that and please believe that Forget a c-note
least twice the size as a normal adult's and the two in front stuck nearly straight out, also as Kevin reached the 8th year, he was the same height as
a car note or somethin' Just jumped out the shower feelin' fresh than a muh'fucka Witcha good shoes on, y'knahmtalkin' 'bout? You mean like, paid off a Cadillac car note
Les menottes, les notes, la machine a taper, ton nom, prenom, naissance, nationalite. Poches videes, ensuite lacets, ceinture, enleves. Feu d'artifice
know!): Everyone goes "D'OH!!" 2) Music to "To everything, turn, turn, turn": Everyone turns around and screams. 3) Four falling notes: a one measure figure, each note
Gibson and Dan Glover Now I lose V Money and C Lo And the cops think me and Muggs is G Money and Nino I don't hit these honey's with C-Notes Rather put
Had to dash to the back, hit that ass from the back With that ass in my rap, put that ass on the map I come from 6-6, triple 8, 46, 99, 3's All of my
don't know you[2x] Bring back this fight tonight All of these lies that I uphold[Don't mind them they can't elope] For one good note[Leave them off of
had breast, although, we was both to young for anything sexual Just wanted her to know that she was special She used to write me notes,"Do you like me
path cross with evil Uno dos cinco on a crowded corner rollin c-lo To chips and the chick in the casino pourin Cliquot 'Cause now I make music for the c-notes
that dogg pound gangsta shit Yea, peep game Check, I break a nigga neck I keep a nine in my pocket and a home deck I like to rock a show, I'm stackin' c-notes
it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy You know that I'm, 8 levels
Close some air Choking in clean underwear Bleeding tongue 8-Ball pounding in my lungs Ship to shore I can't see the coastline anymore I shouldn't be