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Yo, the sun don't forever But as long as it's here then we might as well together Better now than never, business pleasure P. and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no what, we air tight So when you 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 above you baby Hug me baby, I'm a make you love me Talkin' crazy, ain't get you nothin' but choked And that is only gonna leave you broke So the only left now is God for these cats And B.I.G. you know you too hard for these I'm a win cause I'm too smart for cats they makin' up facts (uh) you rakin' up plaques
In The Commission, you ask for to hit 'em He don't like me, hit him wifey was with him You of us, the murderous, most shady on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of Satan, they say my too blatant You I'm in your mama crib waitin' Duct tapin' fam' destiny lays in my hands, gat lays in my Francis, M to the iz-H Gun rest under your by the abdominal Rhyme a few so I can buy a few cars And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few is my presence, never tense Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, action, pack guns, And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you or girl you touch, in this world I clutch Two auto-matos, to call me fatso Now you me Castro, my rap flows militant, y'all faggots ain't killin' Oops Crystal spillin' shit, you overdid it homes You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be Hold hands and say it me The most shady, Frankie baby, Graphic, tryin' to dough, like Jurassic Park did quick to spark kids who start See me, me The Under-boss of this Truly yours, Frank
We got the live shit from front to back To my people in the world, where the you at? Where my is at? my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my at? my bitches is at?
We got the real live shit front to back To my people in the world, the fuck you at? Where my is at? Where my is at? Where the my bitches at? my bitches is at?
Put money on the table and get your math on Break it down, it up, get your laugh on See you later Dog, I'ma get my on There's a bed full of that I get my ass on I lose the passion to go platinum Said I'd live it up all the cash gone that funny, only use plastic, craft it to make classics, hotter acid P-D, rollin on your or CD The girl-boy killa, no team The Fam-o, ammo, is channel We been hot for a long burnin like a candle What you can do is your distribution My songs bump in Houston Scarface produced 'em You gotta like me, you just mad cause I tell it how it is, and you it how it might be
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and The heaters in the two-seaters, two Midas Senoritas, kiss when you meet us P. Diddy run the city, show no I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook the Brook' broke the neck of your coke connect No respect squeeze off all y'all diminish Shootouts for minutes, until we finish took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe Break bread, the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Luc' Black Rob joined the Mob, it no replacin' him Niggas up, with just Mase and 'em Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned The City, nobody come off like P.Diddy Business wise, I men money on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men You screamin, I position, Another day in the life, of the
We got the real live shit front to back 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 from front to back To my in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my is at? Where my is at? Where the my bitches at? Where my is at?
We got the real live shit from to back To my niggas in the world, where the you at? my niggas is at? Where my is at? Where the fuck my at? Where my is at?
We got the real live shit front to back To my niggas in the world, the fuck you at? Where my is at? Where my is at? Where the my bitches at? Where my is at?
We got the live shit! Fuck y'all niggas do?
all fucked up now What I'm a do now, What I'm a do all fucked up now