Texty:
C Note Love Of All Time

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

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 [

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

'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

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

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

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

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

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