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Artists:
D*Note · C-Note · Blue Note Six · Airmen of Note · Grace Note · The 8th Note · Double Note · The Note Factory · DJ Note · The Black Note Quartet – and 9 other artists »
Albums:
Note Bleu: The Best of the Blue Note Years 1998-2005 [CD/DVD] · Note Bleu: The Best of the Blue Note Years 1998-2005 [CD] · The Best of Miles Davis: The Capitol/Blue Note Years [Blue Note] · Just a Note · Take Note! · This Note's for You · Different Note All Together · The Note · Note · Note 'n Notes – and 358 other albums »
Am I my brothers keeper, motherfucker take my hand Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car Black card for the niggas spending c-notes at the bar
Adversary, amigo Preacher man, pimp hand Both folding their c-notes A black fist clutching deliverance for the people Young hand reach out, strong hand
me the world I push to be not the backseat girl Don't deep throat the C-note she float Murder she wrote, and keeps the heat close Firm nigga, we
again Salty water make a star, baby, take yourself far Papa C-Notes eatin' shrimp, free drinks from the bars Always first class friends, mafio
him Pimps memorize his lines-verbatim He reps N.Y. yo Gives C-notes to winos Not church It's how he tithe though He walks the tenement Sleeps
birthday You better say my birthday I get emotional That's what c-notes will do Them penny lofer shoes help me cop a Bentley coupe Now my string
And strap the beam underneath When I ride through, ya dont see no lid I put snipers on the roof like Nino did All it takes is some c-note slid To have you
the beam underneath When I ride through, ya don't see no lid I put snipers on the roof like Nino did All it takes is some c-note slid To have you
need to be greedy, I got mad friends with Benz's C-notes by the layers, true fuckin' players Jump in the Rover and come over; tell your friends Jump
to this Yo Yo Funk! Well it's Yo Yo, high as a missle And I just love a fistful of fuckin' c-notes And I'm glad I didn't grow to be no material ass
a night off Give your sound man a c-note to cut your mic off The promoters need me, nigga, you just a write-off After that, hit the dress room, turn
Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold Now you gettin' played like Casio’s; uuh Casino’s, C-notes and chips like Frito’s Got a free coat, when
to get c-notes from end to end Whoever use canola oil ya soul'll boil For a longer time it take a diet cola to spoil Uh, I get what you're sellin'
aw-err-aw-err All of us poppin' tags, all of us ridin' Bentleys All of us ridin' bikes so you know we all poppin wheelies I'm a C-note rapper, good, dope
[Verse 3: The Game] Can't be about C-notes She know my pockets deep enough to see a deep throat But she won't see a dividend like 3 times ? And that's
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
mad friends with Benz's C-notes by the layers, true fuckin'' players Jump in the Rover and come over Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got
And grab a stack of C-notes Them slick stick up Kids don't get no free dough bro 'cause I ain't Tryin' to be broke I goes all out for G Rap and This honey
to play Pokeno You get that boy a 20 he'll turn that into a C-note I'm known across the planet, you need that Southern fix? I got a girl that looks like
and family, getting after me like repo Eat, smoke, choke then want me to throw em a c-note You doing too much when you clutching on my touch-tone Calling
shows Make a lot of money, never trick to these hoes Pay for that, not me, no hell Y'all the one that bring the c-notes out This is K.O.D., now they
thinking, you're thinking, That you can out think me, but you can't frankly I'm out for the Benjies, Frankies, C-notes Just 'cause you ain't me, don't hate
who's career You could only take a glance, couldn't make the transition From B-boy to C-note stance I stand in a circumference, the humbleness But
is heresy False it's not true 2nd corinthians chapter 8 and verse 2 Read that and please believe that forget c-note man They pockets was e-flat
thinking, you're thinking, That you can out think me, but you can't frankly I'm out for the Benjies, Frankies, C-notes Just 'cause you ain't me, don't hate