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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 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 a ass outta yourself, by assumin' Our music you movin' what 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 only leave you broke So the only thing left now is God for these And B.I.G. you know you too hard for cats I'm a win cause I'm too smart for 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 of us, the murderous, most shady on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of Satan, they say my killing's too You hesitatin' I'm in your crib waitin' Duct tapin' your fam' in my hands, gat lays in my waist Francis, M to the phenomenal Gun rest your vest 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 Excellence is my presence, never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick Real sick, brawl nights, I perform 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, used to call me Now you call me Castro, my rap militant, faggots ain't killin' shit Oops Crystal keep shit, you overdid it homes You in the danger zone, you be alone Hold and say it like me The shady, Frankie baby, fantastic Graphic, tryin' to make dough, like Park did quick to kids who start shit See me, me The Under-boss of holocaust Truly yours, Frank
We got the real live shit front to back To my people in the world, the fuck you at? my niggaz is at? Where my is at? Where the my bitches at? Where my 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? Where the my bitches at? my bitches is at?
Put your money on the table and get math on Break it down, split it up, get laugh on See you later Dog, I'ma get my on There's a bed of money that I get my ass on I never the passion to go platinum I'd live it up 'til all the cash gone Ain't that funny, use plastic, craft it to classics, hotter than acid P-D, rollin on your or CD The girl-boy killa, no team The Fam-o, ammo, is every We been hot for a time burnin like a candle What you can do is your distribution My songs in Houston like Scarface produced 'em You ain't gotta like me, you 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 in the two-seaters, with two Midas 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 the neck of your coke connect No respect squeeze off all y'all diminish Shootouts for twenty minutes, we finish Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Luc' Black Rob the Mob, it ain't no replacin' him step up, with just Mase and 'em Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned The Brick City, nobody come off P.Diddy Business wise, I men Hide money on the Island Cayman, just betray men You screamin, I position, Another day in the life, of the
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? the fuck my bitches at? Where my 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? Where my is at? the fuck 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? my niggas 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 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! Fuck y'all wanna do?
It's all up now What I'm a do now, I'm a do now? It's all up now