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Yo, the sun don't forever But as long as it's here then we might as well together Better now than never, business before 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 make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' Our music keeps you movin' what are you You know that I'm two levels you baby Hug me baby, I'm a make you me baby crazy, ain't gon' get you nothin' but choked And that jealousy is only leave you broke 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 cause I'm too smart for these While they makin' up (uh) you rakin' up plaques
In The Commission, you ask for to hit 'em He don't me, hit him while wifey was with him You heard of us, the murderous, most on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of Satan, they say my killing's too You hesitatin' I'm in your mama waitin' Duct tapin' your destiny lays in my hands, gat lays in my Francis, M to the iz-H Gun under your vest by the abdominal Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few And I kick a few flows so I can a few hoes is my presence, never tense Never hesitant, leave a nigga real quick 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 world I clutch Two auto-matos, used to me fatso Now you call me Castro, my rap militant, y'all faggots killin' shit Crystal keep spillin' shit, you overdid it homes You in the zone, you shouldn't be alone hands and say it like me The most shady, Frankie baby, Graphic, to make dough, like Jurassic Park did to spark kids who start shit See me, me The Under-boss of holocaust Truly yours, Frank
We got the real 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? Where my 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? 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 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 I'd live it up 'til all the cash gone Ain't that funny, only use plastic, it to make classics, than acid P-D, rollin on your or CD The killa, no team illa The Fam-o, ammo, is channel We been hot for a long time burnin like a What you can do is check your My songs bump in Houston 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 when you us P. Diddy run the city, no pity I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Matty broke the neck of coke connect No respect squeeze off 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 Placin' in funerals, criminals turned aroused The Brick City, nobody come off P.Diddy Business wise, I men Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just men You screamin, I position, day in the life, of the Commission
We got the real live shit from front to To my niggas in the world, the fuck you at? Where my is at? Where my is at? Where the my bitches at? Where my is at?
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? Where the fuck my at? Where my is at?
We got the real live from 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 live shit from front to To my niggas in the world, where the you at? Where my is at? my niggas is at? Where the fuck my at? my bitches is at?
We got the real shit! Fuck y'all wanna do?
It's all up now I'm a do now, huh? What I'm a do It's all up now