c-lo To chips and the chick in the casino pourin Cliquot 'Cause now I make music for the c-notes From New York to Puerto Rico, California to Rio Hit the streets
, nigga feel me Lamborgini's bullet proof, nigga you can't kill me Vacationin at Las Vegas casinoes Wit about 100 G's worth of c-notes Lookin at all these
I started freestylin' every chance I got The word on the street was Lil' Flip is hot I'm the hardest B.G rhymin' in my state That's when C-Note let me
and fly niggaz you want to take pictures Kick another Then I rip another lyric furilla Gorrila power persona rhyme get money quicker (spliff star) C'mon c'mon c
with 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
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
drought come in, Z-Ro gon go to the stash I'm in and out of season hustling, addicted to cash I don't hustle for the fame, I don't hustle for the shine
the drought come in, Z-Ro gon go to the stash I'm in and out of season hustling, addicted to cash I don't hustle for the fame, I don't hustle for the
from me But I do know you know what I want from you GIVE IT TO ME! C'mon, take away this Hennessy Take away me runnin the street Stop people from HATIN
(I'm King News and I come to you with the truth The mean streets took six more lives overnight all the result of gang-bang stupidity By the way, you gangsters
off The price of fame, a dope chain, the same chain Yo, he tapped to the roof, watch the block, watch 'em hang [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] From Broad Street
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 From
at the top Switch to delete, cause you're a bitch [Tone V3-B] To grasp fame you clutch performers You gotta take scissors to almanacs of your street
started freestylin every chance I got the word on the street was Lil' Flip is hot, I'm the hardest B.G rhymin in my state thats when C-Note let me do
a coward goes You don't want none of me nigga I got power blow Hoes as big as tennis balls that's all a six sour note Attitude like Pimp C, cup taste
put your money in a basket and pass the motherfucker down Sayin' what King James wrote And I'm a give you the Holy Ghost for a motherfuckin' c-note Ride