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Yo, the sun shine forever But as long as it's here then we might as well together Better now than never, business before P. Diddy and the Fam, who you do it better?
right, no matter what, we air tight So you hear somethin' make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass yourself, by assumin' Our music keeps you movin' are you provin'? You know that I'm two levels above you Hug me baby, I'm a make you love me Talkin' crazy, ain't gon' get you nothin' but And that is only gonna leave you broke So the thing left now is God for these cats And B.I.G. you know you too for these cats I'm a win I'm too smart for these cats While they makin' up facts (uh) you rakin' up
In The Commission, you ask for to hit 'em He don't me, hit him while wifey was with him You of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, the hate me The son of Satan, they say my too blatant You hesitatin' I'm in your crib waitin' Duct tapin' fam' destiny lays in my hands, gat lays in my Francis, M to the phenomenal Gun rest under vest by the abdominal Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few is my presence, never tense Never hesitant, leave a bent real quick sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, action, guns, ridiculous And I'm, to bust, if my ends you touch Kids or girl you touch, in this I clutch Two auto-matos, to call me fatso Now you me Castro, my rap flows militant, y'all faggots ain't shit Oops keep spillin' shit, you overdid it homes You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be Hold hands and say it me The shady, Frankie baby, fantastic Graphic, tryin' to make dough, like did quick to spark kids who start shit See me, me The Under-boss of this Truly yours, White
We got the real shit from front to back To my in the world, where the fuck you at? my niggaz is at? Where my is at? Where the my bitches at? Where my is at?
We got the real live shit front to back To my people in the world, where the you at? my niggaz is at? Where my is at? the fuck my bitches at? Where my is at?
Put money on the table and get your math on Break it down, split it up, get your on See you later Dog, get my stash on a bed full of money that I get my ass on I never lose the passion to go Said I'd live it up 'til all the gone Ain't that funny, only use plastic, it to make classics, hotter than P-D, rollin on tape or CD The killa, no team illa The Fam-o, ammo, is channel We been hot for a long time burnin a candle What you can do is your distribution My songs bump in Houston like produced 'em You ain't gotta me, you just mad I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and The in the two-seaters, with two Midas Senoritas, kiss rings you meet us P. Diddy run the city, no pity I'm the one, Frank's the crook from the Brook' Matty the neck of your coke connect No respect squeeze off 'til all y'all Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Luc' Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no him Niggas up, with just Mase and 'em Placin' them in funerals, turned aroused The Brick City, come off like P.Diddy wise, I play men Hide money on the Cayman, y'all just betray men You screamin, I position, Another day in the life, of the
We got the real live from front to back To my in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my is at? Where my is at? Where the fuck my at? my bitches is at?
We got the real live shit from front to To my in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my is at? Where my is at? Where the fuck my at? my bitches is at?
We got the real live shit from front to To my in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my is at? my niggas is at? Where the fuck my at? Where my is at?
We got the real live shit from front to To my niggas in the world, where the you at? my niggas is at? Where my is at? Where the fuck my at? my bitches is at?
We got the live shit! Fuck niggas wanna do?
It's all up now What I'm a do now, I'm a do now? It's all up now