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Yo, the sun shine forever But as long as it's here then we might as well shine Better now than never, business before P. Diddy and the Fam, who you do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air So when you somethin' make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself, by Our music you movin' what are you provin'? You know that I'm two above you baby Hug me baby, I'm a you love me baby Talkin' crazy, ain't get you nothin' but choked And that jealousy is only gonna leave you So the only thing left now is God for cats And B.I.G. you know you too hard for cats I'm a win cause I'm too for these cats they makin' up facts (uh) you rakin' up plaques
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 too blatant You I'm in your mama crib waitin' tapin' your fam' destiny lays in my hands, gat in my waist Francis, M to the phenomenal Gun rest under vest by the abdominal Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few Excellence is my presence, tense Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real Real sick, brawl nights, I perform Mike Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, action, guns, ridiculous And I'm, quick to bust, if my you touch Kids or you touch, in this world I clutch Two auto-matos, used to call me 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 Hold and say it like me The shady, Frankie baby, fantastic Graphic, tryin' to make dough, Jurassic Park did quick to spark who start shit See me, me The Under-boss of this Truly yours, Frank
We got the live 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?
We got the real shit from front to back To my people in the world, where the you at? Where my is at? Where my is at? Where the my bitches at? my bitches is at?
Put your money on the table and get your on Break it down, split it up, get laugh on See you later Dog, I'ma get my 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 all the cash gone that funny, only use plastic, craft it to make classics, hotter than P-D, rollin on tape or CD The girl-boy killa, no team The Fam-o, ammo, is every We been hot for a long time burnin a candle What you can do is check your My bump in Houston like Scarface produced 'em You ain't gotta me, you just mad cause I tell it how it is, and you it how it might be
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass and flashlights The heaters in the two-seaters, two Midas Senoritas, kiss when you meet us P. run the city, show no pity I'm the witty one, the crook from the Brook' Matty broke the neck of your connect No squeeze off 'til all y'all diminish Shootouts for minutes, until we finish Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Black Rob joined the Mob, it no replacin' him Niggas up, with just Mase and 'em them in funerals, criminals turned aroused The City, nobody come off like P.Diddy wise, I play men Hide on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men You screamin, I position, day in the life, of the Commission
We got the real live from front 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?
We got the real live shit from 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 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? my bitches 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 my bitches at? Where my is at?
We got the real shit! Fuck y'all niggas do?
It's all up now I'm a do now, huh? What I'm a do all fucked up now