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Yo, the sun don't shine But as long as here then we might as well shine together Better now never, business before pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air So when you hear make sure you hear it right make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' Our music keeps you movin' what are you You know that I'm two levels above you Hug me baby, I'm a make you me baby Talkin' crazy, gon' get you nothin' but choked And that jealousy is only gonna you broke So the only left now is God for these cats And B.I.G. you know you too hard for cats I'm a win cause I'm too smart for cats While they makin' up facts (uh) you rakin' up
In The Commission, you ask for to hit 'em He like me, hit him while 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 killing's too You hesitatin' I'm in your mama waitin' Duct your fam' destiny lays in my hands, gat in my waist Francis, M to the iz-H Gun rest under your vest by the 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, leave a bent real quick Real sick, nights, I perform like Mike Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, action, pack guns, And I'm, quick to bust, if my you touch Kids or girl you touch, in this world I Two auto-matos, used to call me Now you call me Castro, my rap militant, y'all faggots ain't shit Oops keep spillin' shit, you overdid it homes You in the zone, you shouldn't be alone Hold and say it like me The shady, Frankie baby, fantastic Graphic, tryin' to make dough, Jurassic Park did quick to spark kids who shit See me, me The of this holocaust yours, Frank White
We got the real live shit 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 live shit from front to back To my people in the world, the fuck you at? Where my is at? my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my at? my bitches is at?
Put your on the table and get your math on it down, split it up, get your laugh on See you later Dog, get my stash on There's a bed full of money 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, use plastic, craft it to make classics, hotter acid P-D, on your tape or CD The girl-boy killa, no team The Fam-o, ammo, is channel We hot for a long time burnin like a candle you can do is check your distribution My songs bump in like Scarface produced 'em You ain't like 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 and flashlights The heaters in the two-seaters, two Midas Senoritas, rings when you meet us P. Diddy run the city, no pity I'm the witty one, the crook from the Brook' Matty broke the of your coke connect No squeeze off 'til all y'all diminish Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Luc' Black Rob the Mob, it ain't no replacin' him Niggas step up, with Mase and 'em Placin' them in funerals, criminals 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, day in the life, of the Commission
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? the fuck my bitches at? Where my is at?
We got the real live from front to back To my niggas in the world, the fuck you at? Where my is at? my niggas is at? Where the fuck my at? my bitches is at?
We got the live shit from front 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? my bitches is at?
We got the real live shit front to back To my in the world, where 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 niggas wanna do?
all fucked up now What I'm a do now, I'm a do now? It's all up now