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Yo, the sun shine forever But as long as here then we might as well shine together Better now never, business before pleasure P. and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air So you hear somethin' make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass yourself, by assumin' Our music keeps you movin' are you provin'? You that I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'm a you love me baby Talkin' crazy, ain't gon' get you but choked And that jealousy is gonna leave 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 While 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 heard of us, the murderous, shady Been on the low lately, the feds me The son of Satan, they say my killing's too You I'm in your mama crib waitin' Duct tapin' fam' destiny in my hands, gat lays in my waist Francis, M to the iz-H Gun rest under 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 is my presence, never tense Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent quick sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, action, pack guns, And I'm, to bust, if my ends you touch Kids or girl you touch, in this I clutch Two auto-matos, to call me fatso Now you me Castro, my rap flows militant, y'all faggots killin' shit Crystal keep 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 did quick to spark kids who start shit See me, me The Under-boss of this yours, Frank White
We got the real live shit from front to To my people in the world, 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 people in the world, the fuck you at? my niggaz is at? Where my is at? Where the fuck my at? my bitches is at?
Put your 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 to go platinum I'd live it up 'til all the cash gone Ain't that funny, only use plastic, it to make classics, hotter acid 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 like a What you can do is your distribution My songs bump in Houston like produced 'em You ain't gotta like me, you mad I tell it how it is, and you tell 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. Diddy run the city, no pity I'm the one, Frank's the crook from the Brook' Matty the neck of your coke connect No respect squeeze off all y'all diminish Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we 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, criminals aroused The Brick City, nobody off like P.Diddy Business wise, I men Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all 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? the fuck my bitches at? Where my is at?
We got the real live from front to back To my in the world, where 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 from front to back To my niggas in the world, where the 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? my niggas is at? Where my is at? Where the my bitches at? my bitches is at?
We got the live shit! Fuck y'all niggas do?
all fucked up now What I'm a do now, I'm a do now? It's all up now