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Yo, the sun don't shine But as long as it's here then we might as well shine now than never, business before pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it
right, no matter what, we air tight So when you hear make sure you hear it right Don't a ass outta yourself, by assumin' Our music keeps you what are you provin'? You know that I'm two above you baby Hug me baby, I'm a make you me baby Talkin' crazy, ain't gon' get you 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 these I'm a win I'm too smart for these cats While they makin' up facts (uh) you rakin' up
In The Commission, you ask for to hit 'em He don't like me, hit him while wifey was him You heard of us, the murderous, shady on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of Satan, say my killing's too blatant You hesitatin' I'm in mama crib waitin' Duct tapin' fam' destiny in my hands, gat lays in my waist Francis, M to the phenomenal Gun under your vest by the abdominal a few bars so I can buy a few cars And I kick a few so I can pimp a few hoes Excellence is my presence, never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick Real sick, brawl nights, I perform Mike Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, action, guns, ridiculous And I'm, to bust, if my ends you touch Kids or girl you touch, in world I clutch Two auto-matos, to call me fatso Now you me Castro, my rap flows militant, y'all faggots killin' shit Oops Crystal keep spillin' shit, you it homes You in the zone, you shouldn't be alone Hold and say it like me The most shady, baby, fantastic Graphic, to make dough, like Jurassic did quick to spark kids who start shit See me, me The Under-boss of this yours, Frank White
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 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? my bitches is at?
Put money on the table and get your math on Break it down, split it up, get your on See you Dog, I'ma get my stash on There's a bed of money that I get my ass on I never lose the passion to go Said I'd live it up 'til all the gone Ain't funny, only use plastic, craft it to make classics, than acid P-D, on your tape or CD The girl-boy killa, no team The Fam-o, ammo, is every We been hot for a long burnin like a candle What you can do is check distribution My songs bump in Houston Scarface produced 'em You gotta like me, you just mad cause I it how it is, and you tell it how it might be
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass and flashlights The in the two-seaters, with two Midas Senoritas, kiss when you meet us P. run the city, show no pity I'm the witty one, Frank's the from the Brook' Matty broke the of your coke connect No respect squeeze off 'til all y'all for twenty minutes, until we finish Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe Break bread, the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Luc' Black Rob the Mob, it ain't no replacin' him Niggas step up, just Mase and 'em Placin' them in funerals, turned aroused The City, nobody come off like P.Diddy Business wise, I 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? Where my is at? Where my is at? the fuck 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? the fuck my bitches at? Where my is at?
We got the live shit from front to back To my in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my is at? my niggas is at? Where the fuck my at? my bitches is at?
We got the real live shit from front to 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 live shit! Fuck niggas wanna do?
It's all up now What I'm a do now, I'm a do now? It's all up now