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Yo, the sun don't shine But as long as it's here then we might as well shine now than never, business before pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you do it better?
Yeah right, no what, we air tight So when you hear somethin' sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself, by Our music you movin' what are you provin'? You know I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'm a make you me baby crazy, ain't gon' get you nothin' but choked And that jealousy is only gonna leave you So the only thing left now is God for these And B.I.G. you know you too hard for cats I'm a win cause I'm too smart for these While they up facts (uh) you rakin' up plaques
In The Commission, you ask for to hit 'em He don't like me, hit him while wifey was him You heard of us, the murderous, shady Been on the low lately, the feds me The son of Satan, say my killing's too blatant You hesitatin' I'm in mama crib waitin' tapin' your fam' destiny lays in my hands, gat lays in my Francis, M to the phenomenal Gun under your vest by the abdominal Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few And I kick a few flows so I can a few hoes is my presence, never tense Never hesitant, a nigga 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 world I clutch Two auto-matos, used to me fatso Now you me Castro, my rap flows militant, y'all ain't killin' shit Oops Crystal keep spillin' shit, you overdid it You in the zone, you shouldn't be alone Hold hands and say it me The most shady, Frankie baby, Graphic, tryin' to make dough, like did quick to spark kids who start shit See me, me The Under-boss of holocaust yours, Frank White
We got the real live shit from to back To my in the world, where the fuck you at? my niggaz is at? Where my is at? Where the fuck my at? Where my is at?
We got the real live shit from front to 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?
Put your money on the and get your math on Break it down, split it up, get laugh on See you Dog, I'ma get my stash on There's a bed of money that I get my ass on I never the passion to go platinum I'd live it up 'til all the cash gone Ain't that funny, only use plastic, it to classics, hotter than acid P-D, on your 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 check distribution My songs bump in Houston like Scarface '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, knuckles and flashlights The heaters in the two-seaters, two Midas Senoritas, kiss rings when you us P. run the city, show no pity I'm the witty one, the crook from the Brook' broke the neck of your coke connect No respect squeeze off 'til all y'all Shootouts for minutes, until we finish Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe Break bread, the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Luc' Black Rob the Mob, it ain't no replacin' him Niggas up, with just Mase and 'em Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned The Brick City, come off like P.Diddy Business wise, I men Hide money on the Island Cayman, just betray men You screamin, I position, Another day in the life, of the
We got the real shit from front to back To my niggas in the world, the fuck you at? my niggas 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 from to back To my niggas in the world, where the you at? my niggas is at? Where my is at? the fuck my bitches at? Where my is at?
We got the real shit from front to back To my niggas in the world, the fuck you at? my niggas is at? Where my is at? the fuck my bitches at? Where my is at?
We got the real shit! Fuck y'all niggas do?
It's all up now What I'm a do now, What I'm a do all fucked up now