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Yo, the sun don't shine But as long as here then we might as well shine together now than never, business before pleasure P. and the Fam, who you know do it better?
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In The Commission, you ask for to hit 'em He don't like me, hit him while was with him You of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, the feds me The son of Satan, they say my too blatant You I'm in your mama crib 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 Excellence is my presence, never Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, action, pack guns, And I'm, to bust, if my ends you touch Kids or girl you touch, in world I clutch Two auto-matos, to call 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 Hold and say it like me The most shady, baby, fantastic Graphic, tryin' to make dough, Jurassic Park did quick to spark who start shit See me, me The of this holocaust Truly yours, White
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We got the shit, Mac tight, knuckles 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 witty one, Frank's the crook the Brook' Matty the neck of your coke connect No respect squeeze off 'til all y'all Shootouts for twenty minutes, we finish Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe Break bread, the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Luc' Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacin' him Niggas step up, just Mase and 'em Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned The Brick City, come off like 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 shit from front to back To my niggas in the world, the fuck you at? my niggas is at? Where my is at? Where the fuck my at? my bitches is at?
We got the real live shit front to back To my in the world, where the fuck you at? my niggas 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 in the world, where 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 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? my bitches is at?
We got the real shit! Fuck y'all niggas do?
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