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Yo, the sun shine forever But as long as it's here then we might as well together Better now than never, before pleasure P. and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no what, we air tight So when you hear somethin' make sure you hear it Don't make a ass outta yourself, by Our music keeps you movin' what are you You know I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'm a make you love me crazy, ain't gon' 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 know you too hard for these I'm a win cause I'm too for these cats While makin' up facts (uh) you rakin' up plaques
In The Commission, you ask for to hit 'em He don't like me, hit him wifey was with him You heard of us, the murderous, most Been on the low lately, the hate me The son of Satan, say my killing's too blatant You I'm in your mama crib waitin' Duct tapin' fam' destiny in my hands, gat lays in my waist Francis, M to the phenomenal Gun rest your vest by the abdominal Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few And I a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes Excellence is my presence, tense Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real Real sick, brawl nights, I like Mike Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, action, pack guns, And I'm, to bust, if my ends you touch Kids or you touch, in this 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 spillin' shit, you overdid it homes You in the danger zone, you be alone hands and say it like me The shady, Frankie baby, fantastic Graphic, tryin' to dough, like Jurassic Park did quick to spark kids who start See me, me The Under-boss of this Truly yours, Frank
We got the real live from front 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?
We got the real shit from front to back To my people in the world, the fuck you at? my niggaz is at? Where my is at? the fuck my bitches at? Where my is at?
Put money on the table and get your math on it down, split it up, get your laugh on See you later Dog, I'ma get my on There's a bed of money that I get my ass on I lose the passion to go platinum Said I'd live it up 'til all the gone Ain't that funny, use plastic, craft it to make classics, than acid P-D, rollin on tape or CD The girl-boy killa, no illa The Fam-o, ammo, is channel We been hot for a time burnin like a candle What you can do is check your My songs bump in Houston Scarface produced 'em You ain't gotta like me, you 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, with two Senoritas, kiss rings when you us P. run the city, show no pity I'm the witty one, the crook from the Brook' Matty broke the of your coke connect No respect squeeze off all y'all diminish for twenty minutes, until we finish Venice took the loot, escaped, in the Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Black Rob the Mob, it ain't no replacin' him Niggas step up, just Mase and 'em Placin' in funerals, criminals turned 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, Another day in the life, of the
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? the fuck my bitches at? Where my is at?
We got the real shit from front to back To my niggas in the world, where the 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, the fuck you at? Where my 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 in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my is at? my niggas is at? Where the my bitches at? Where my is at?
We got the live shit! Fuck y'all wanna do?
It's all up now What I'm a do now, What I'm a do It's all up now