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Yo, the sun don't shine But as long as it's here we might as well shine together Better now never, business before pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it
right, no matter what, we air tight 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 know that I'm two levels you baby Hug me baby, I'm a make you me baby Talkin' crazy, gon' get you nothin' but choked And that jealousy is only gonna leave you So the only thing now is God for these cats And B.I.G. you know you too for these cats I'm a win I'm too smart for these cats While they up facts (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 too blatant You hesitatin' I'm in your mama crib Duct tapin' fam' destiny in my hands, gat lays in my waist Francis, M to the iz-H Gun rest under your vest by the a few bars so I can buy a few cars And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few Excellence is my presence, never Never hesitant, leave a bent real quick sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, action, pack guns, And I'm, quick to bust, if my you touch Kids or girl you touch, in this world I Two auto-matos, to call me fatso Now you me Castro, my rap flows militant, faggots ain't killin' shit Oops 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, Frankie baby, Graphic, tryin' to dough, like Jurassic Park did quick to spark kids who start See me, me The of this holocaust Truly yours, White
We got the live 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?
We got the real live shit front to back To my people in the world, where the you at? my niggaz is at? Where my is at? Where the my bitches at? Where my is at?
Put your money on the and get your math on it down, split it up, get your laugh on See you Dog, I'ma get my stash on a bed full of money that I get my ass on I never the passion to go platinum Said I'd live it up 'til all the gone that funny, only use plastic, craft it to make classics, hotter acid P-D, rollin on tape or CD The killa, no team illa The Fam-o, ammo, is channel We been hot for a long time burnin a candle you can do is check your distribution My songs bump in Houston Scarface produced 'em You ain't gotta like me, you mad cause I it how it is, and you tell it how it might be
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and The heaters in the two-seaters, with two Senoritas, kiss when you meet us P. run the city, show no pity I'm the witty one, Frank's the from the Brook' Matty broke the of your coke connect No respect squeeze off all y'all diminish Shootouts for twenty minutes, we finish Venice took the loot, escaped, in the Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Black Rob joined the Mob, it no replacin' him Niggas step up, with just and 'em Placin' in funerals, criminals turned aroused The Brick City, come off like P.Diddy wise, I play 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, where the you at? my niggas is at? Where my is at? Where the my bitches at? my bitches is at?
We got the live 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 my bitches at? my bitches is at?
We got the real live 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? Where my is at?
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 shit! Fuck y'all wanna do?
all fucked up now What I'm a do now, What I'm a do all fucked up now