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Yo, the sun don't shine But as long as it's here then we as well shine together Better now than never, before pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you do it better?
right, no matter 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 what are you provin'? You know that I'm two levels above you Hug me baby, I'm a you love me baby crazy, ain't gon' get you nothin' but choked And that is only gonna leave you broke So the only left now is God for these cats 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 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 your crib waitin' Duct your fam' destiny lays in my hands, gat in my waist Francis, M to the phenomenal Gun rest your vest by the abdominal a few bars so I can buy a few cars And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few is my presence, never tense Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent quick Real sick, brawl nights, I like Mike Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, action, pack guns, 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 me Castro, my rap flows militant, y'all faggots killin' shit Oops Crystal spillin' shit, you overdid it homes You in the zone, you shouldn't be alone hands and say it like me The shady, Frankie baby, fantastic Graphic, tryin' to make dough, Jurassic Park did to spark kids who start shit See me, me The of this holocaust Truly yours, Frank
We got the live shit from front to back To my people in the world, where the you at? my niggaz 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 in the world, where the fuck you at? my niggaz is at? Where my is at? the fuck my bitches at? Where my is at?
Put your money on the table and get math on Break it down, split it up, get your on See you later Dog, I'ma get my on a bed full of money that I get my ass on I never lose the to go platinum Said I'd it up 'til all the cash 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 long burnin like a candle What you can do is check your My songs bump in Houston like produced 'em You gotta like 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, rings when you meet us P. run the city, show 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 bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Luc' Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no him Niggas step up, just Mase and 'em Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned The Brick City, nobody off like P.Diddy wise, I play men Hide on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray 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, 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 niggas in the world, where the you at? Where my is at? my niggas is at? Where the my bitches at? my bitches is at?
We got the real 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 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 my bitches at? my bitches is at?
We got the real shit! Fuck y'all wanna do?
all fucked up now What I'm a do now, I'm a do now? It's all up now