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Yo, the sun don't shine But as long as it's then we might as well shine together Better now than never, business before P. and the Fam, who you know do it better?
right, no matter what, we air tight So when you hear somethin' sure you hear it right Don't a ass outta yourself, by assumin' Our keeps you movin' what are you provin'? You know I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'm a make you love me Talkin' crazy, ain't get you nothin' but choked And that jealousy is only gonna you broke So the only thing left now is God for cats And B.I.G. you you too hard for these cats I'm a win I'm too smart for these 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 while was with him You heard of us, the murderous, shady Been on the low lately, the hate me The son of Satan, they say my too blatant You hesitatin' I'm in your crib waitin' tapin' your fam' destiny lays in my hands, gat in my waist Francis, M to the phenomenal Gun rest under your vest by the a few bars 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, a nigga bent real quick sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, action, pack guns, And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you Kids or girl you touch, in world I clutch Two auto-matos, used to me fatso Now you call me Castro, my rap militant, y'all faggots killin' shit Oops Crystal keep spillin' shit, you it homes You in the danger zone, you be alone hands and say it like me The most shady, baby, fantastic Graphic, tryin' to dough, like Jurassic did quick to spark kids who start shit See me, me The Under-boss of this Truly yours, White
We got the real live shit from front to To my people in the world, the fuck you at? Where my is at? my niggaz is at? Where the my bitches at? Where my is at?
We got the real live shit from to back To my in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my is at? Where my is at? Where the fuck my at? Where my is at?
Put your money on the table and get math on Break it down, split it up, get your 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 'til all the cash that funny, only use plastic, craft it to make classics, than acid P-D, rollin on your or CD The girl-boy killa, no illa The Fam-o, ammo, is channel We been hot for a long time burnin a candle What you can do is check your My songs in Houston like Scarface produced 'em You ain't like me, you just mad cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it be
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and The heaters in the two-seaters, with two Senoritas, kiss when you meet us P. Diddy run the city, 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 diminish Shootouts for twenty minutes, we finish Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Luc' Black Rob joined the Mob, it no replacin' him Niggas step up, with just and 'em Placin' them in funerals, turned aroused The Brick City, come off like P.Diddy wise, I play men Hide 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 from front to 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 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? Where my is at?
We got the real shit from front to back To my in the world, where the fuck you at? my niggas is at? Where my is at? Where the my bitches at? my bitches 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 niggas wanna do?
all fucked up now What I'm a do now, What I'm a do all fucked up now