Haha. RBL niggaz. Mr. C-Note, C-Note
*(Chorus- Johnson)*
No one's lace you, like I do I get babe, no one can lace you better. No gonna lace you, like I do I get around babe, I'm a gamer.
1 *(Black C)*
one I'm up the scene wit my gun which is, capable my uzi weighs a ton grip, pump, in my lap at all times when it's time for action, yes I'm blastin 'cause, the is everlastin is, if ya ride wit me, ya better be down to die wit me so we to be some ballin ass mutha who is known internationally yeah you think I got a on my shoulder 'cause I was a broke nigga, now I'm older wit mo mail then the rest of you now y'all sittin an wit the rest of 'em on-lookers, got ya up we leave the scene, like Stephen King when the murders so who's a bigger pimp, wit bigger a lil nigga wit bigger drawls lacin all
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2 *(Black C)*
As we proceed to to the next level of this rap game from the I to claim, I'm the blame for all this bullshit, never the less y'all can't prove but who's the when it to this rap game I'm juss a sick ass nigga that mack Bay straight, game we lace to put my name in the no game, this paid I'm gettin paid right I you niggaz heard of us niggaz gettin perved since us real niggaz got rid of 'em birds turned yo ass OG's slowly you move from an O-Z to a whole key straight the basics it's my turn, the mic burn I face it (no one can do better) you ask me I don't think a click lacin niggaz like the P-O double S-E
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3 *(Hitman)*
Let's say for instance, a distance an you all by yo self, tell me how the funk be dealt you, get treated like Pinesol an get mopped? Or you, pull yo glock an do diddly-squat? Or would you see, not juss what you peep Mary Wright I'm the nigga wit the stripes, an I'm the nigga that you juss bring you to the light, hundred watts (like what?) you up an if I hit a hundred spots, you can't see me 'cause I got sticky fingers Jason start to the index finger, grippin techs and license to inject so expect try to test my he know he tried to flex like an he got or better yet broke his so save to be for another day, lay-away had that ass smashed, away, wit the tow-away (like that?) we laced him like Jordan's two pairs (then what?) we had to lace him to a chair.
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