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Yo, the sun shine forever But as long as here then we might as well shine together now than never, business before pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it
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We got the shit, Mac tight, brass and flashlights The heaters in the two-seaters, two Midas Senoritas, kiss when you meet us P. Diddy run the city, no pity I'm the witty one, the crook from the Brook' Matty the neck of your coke connect No respect squeeze off all y'all diminish for twenty minutes, until we finish Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe Break bread, the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Luc' Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacin' him Niggas step up, with Mase and 'em Placin' them in funerals, criminals aroused The Brick City, nobody come off P.Diddy Business wise, I men Hide money on the Cayman, y'all just betray men You screamin, I position, Another day in the life, of the
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