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Yo, the sun don't forever But as as it's here then 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 when you hear make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass yourself, by assumin' Our music keeps you movin' what are you You that I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'm a make you love me Talkin' crazy, ain't gon' get you but choked And that jealousy is only leave you broke So the only left now is God for these cats And B.I.G. you know you too hard for these I'm a win I'm too smart for these cats While they makin' up (uh) you rakin' up plaques
In The Commission, you ask for to hit 'em He don't like me, hit him while 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 mama crib waitin' Duct tapin' your fam' lays in my hands, gat lays in my 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 so I can pimp a few hoes Excellence is my presence, never Never hesitant, leave a nigga real quick Real sick, nights, I perform like Mike Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, action, pack guns, And I'm, to bust, if my ends you touch or girl you touch, in this world I clutch Two auto-matos, used to call me Now you call me Castro, my rap militant, y'all ain't killin' shit Oops keep spillin' shit, you overdid it homes You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be hands and say it like me The most shady, baby, fantastic Graphic, tryin' to dough, like Jurassic Park did quick to spark kids who shit See me, me The Under-boss of holocaust Truly yours, White
We got the real live shit front to back To my in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my is at? my niggaz is at? Where the my bitches at? Where my is at?
We got the real live shit from to back To my people in the world, where the you at? Where my is at? my niggaz is at? Where the my bitches at? my bitches is at?
Put your money on the table and get your on it down, split it up, get your laugh on See you Dog, I'ma get my stash on There's a bed full of money I get my ass on I never the passion to go platinum Said I'd live it up all the cash gone Ain't that funny, only use plastic, it to make classics, than acid P-D, on your 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 you can do is check your distribution My songs bump in Houston like produced 'em You ain't gotta me, you just mad I tell it how it is, and you tell 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 you meet us P. run the city, show no pity I'm the witty one, the crook from the Brook' Matty broke the neck of your connect No respect squeeze off 'til all diminish for twenty minutes, until we finish Venice took the loot, escaped, in the bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Luc' Black Rob the Mob, it ain't no replacin' him Niggas up, with just Mase and 'em Placin' them in funerals, criminals aroused The Brick City, come off like P.Diddy wise, I play men Hide money on the Island Cayman, just betray men You screamin, I position, day in the life, of the Commission
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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? Where my is at?
We got the live shit! y'all niggas wanna do?
It's all up now What I'm a do now, What I'm a do It's all up now