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Yo, the sun don't forever But as long as it's here then we as well shine together Better now than never, business pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you do it better?
Yeah right, no what, we air tight So when you hear somethin' make you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself, by Our music you movin' what are you provin'? You that I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'm a make you me baby Talkin' crazy, ain't gon' get you but choked And that is only gonna leave you broke So the only thing left now is God for these And B.I.G. you know you too hard for these I'm a win cause I'm too smart for these While they makin' up facts (uh) you up plaques
In The Commission, you ask for to hit 'em He like me, hit him while wifey was with him You heard of us, the murderous, shady Been on the low lately, the feds me The son of Satan, they say my killing's too You hesitatin' I'm in your mama waitin' Duct tapin' your destiny lays in my hands, gat in my waist Francis, M to the iz-H Gun under your vest 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 Excellence is my presence, tense hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick Real sick, nights, I perform like Mike Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, action, guns, ridiculous And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you Kids or girl you touch, in this I clutch Two auto-matos, to call me fatso Now you call me Castro, my rap militant, y'all ain't killin' shit Crystal keep spillin' shit, you overdid it homes You in the zone, you shouldn't be alone Hold hands and say it me The most shady, Frankie baby, Graphic, to make dough, like Jurassic Park did to spark kids who start shit See me, me The Under-boss of this Truly yours, White
We got the real live shit from to back To my in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my is at? my niggaz is at? Where the my bitches at? my bitches is at?
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Put your on the table and get your math on Break it down, split it up, get laugh on See you Dog, I'ma get my stash on a bed full of money that I get my ass on I never lose the to go platinum Said I'd live it up 'til all the cash 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 every We hot for a long time burnin like a candle What you can do is your distribution My songs bump in like Scarface produced 'em You ain't gotta like me, you mad I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be
We got the shit, Mac tight, knuckles and flashlights The in the two-seaters, with two Midas Senoritas, kiss rings when you us P. Diddy run the city, show no I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Matty broke the neck of your connect No respect off 'til all y'all diminish Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Black Rob joined the Mob, it no replacin' him Niggas step up, with just and 'em Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned The Brick City, nobody off like P.Diddy wise, I play men Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just 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 front to back To my niggas in the world, where the you at? my niggas is at? Where my is at? Where the my bitches at? my bitches is at?
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We got the real live from 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 live shit! y'all niggas wanna do?
It's all up now I'm a do now, huh? What I'm a do It's all up now