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Yo, the sun don't shine But as long as it's here we might as well shine together Better now never, business before pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it
Yeah right, no matter what, we air So when you hear somethin' make you hear it right Don't make a ass yourself, by assumin' Our music keeps you what are you provin'? You know that I'm two levels you baby Hug me baby, I'm a make you love me Talkin' crazy, gon' get you nothin' but choked And that jealousy is only gonna leave you So the only thing left now is God for these And B.I.G. you know you too for these cats I'm a win cause I'm too smart for 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 wifey was with him You heard of us, the murderous, 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' Duct tapin' fam' destiny in my hands, gat lays in my waist Francis, M to the phenomenal Gun rest under your 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 is my presence, never tense Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real Real sick, 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 this world I Two auto-matos, to call me fatso Now you call me Castro, my rap militant, y'all faggots ain't shit Oops Crystal 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, tryin' to dough, like Jurassic Park did to spark kids who start shit See me, me The Under-boss of this Truly yours, Frank
We got the real live shit front to back To my in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my is at? my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my at? my bitches is at?
We got the real live shit from to back To my people in the world, the fuck you at? Where my is at? my niggaz is at? Where the my bitches at? my bitches 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 a bed full of money that I get my ass on I lose the passion to go platinum Said I'd it up 'til all the cash gone that funny, only use plastic, craft it to classics, hotter than acid P-D, rollin on your or CD The girl-boy killa, no illa The Fam-o, ammo, is every We been hot for a long burnin like a candle What you can do is check your My songs 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, knuckles and flashlights The heaters in the two-seaters, with two Senoritas, kiss rings you meet us P. Diddy run the city, show no I'm the one, Frank's the crook from the Brook' Matty broke the neck of your connect No squeeze off 'til all y'all diminish Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we 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, just Mase and 'em them in funerals, criminals turned aroused The Brick City, come off like P.Diddy wise, I play men Hide money on the Island Cayman, just betray men You screamin, I position, Another day in the life, of the
We got the live shit from front to back To my in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my is at? Where my is at? Where the my bitches at? my bitches is at?
We got the real live shit from 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? Where my is at?
We got the real live shit from 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 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 shit! Fuck y'all niggas do?
all fucked up now What I'm a do now, What I'm a do It's all up now