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C Note S U C

S.U.C., we coming for the title we thoed [Hook x2] [Lil' Keke:] When the Don explodes, and unloads it's murder G Original S.U.C., you rookies it's

but I stay in the streets (Harmony baby) And I won't stop bringin that heat It's my dream (I said it's my dream) I said it's my dream... ooh [Verse 1

are passin' still Sounds like that busta that plugged mo holes than mass appeal You need to stop, hatin' on The C N O T E, D R U, and the L U N I Z

rearranging Throwing our shit like Troy Aikman, then back to the West like Gary Payton For the 2K3 they can't see me, we A.B.N. out S.U.C Bitch niggaz

? (Yeah, whut up Toney?) W'sup Don' Don' (All the way up) You know how we do (Let's get this paper together) You motherfuckin' right Pa, uh, huh (That's right, c'mon nigga) That's

It's all about the lyrics, it's not about the ego Quick to make a jam and slam sound like the pro that I am It's profound, like the kids from the underground

play hard Hop my carucha hopping down the Boulevard Bumping some zapp jams, oldies or rap jams Ralphy Pagan, S.O.S. or some yap bands I'm the outstanding that's

[Chorus] Game tight with the shit we pop One love to real niggaz cause the game don't stop From the T-R-U to the D-P-Gs From the Firm to the Wu-Tang

fools mistake me for U.S. ?spray? Friends and family, gettin after me like repo Eat, smoke, choke then want me to throw em a c-note You doin too much