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Yo, the sun don't shine But as long as it's here then we might as well together Better now never, business before pleasure P. and the Fam, who you know do it better?
right, no matter what, we air tight So when you hear somethin' sure you hear it right Don't make a ass 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 you love me baby Talkin' crazy, ain't gon' get you nothin' but And that jealousy is only gonna 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 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 wifey was him You of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, the hate me The son of Satan, they say my too blatant You hesitatin' I'm in mama crib waitin' Duct your fam' destiny in my hands, gat lays in my waist 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 flows so I can a few hoes Excellence is my presence, tense hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, action, pack guns, And I'm, quick to bust, if my you touch Kids or you touch, in this world I clutch Two auto-matos, to call me fatso Now you me Castro, my rap flows militant, y'all faggots killin' shit Oops Crystal keep spillin' shit, you overdid it You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be Hold hands and say it me The shady, Frankie baby, fantastic Graphic, tryin' to make dough, like Park did quick to spark kids who start See me, me The of this holocaust Truly yours, Frank
We got the real live from 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? my bitches is at?
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? 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 laugh on See you later Dog, get my stash on There's a bed of money that I get my ass on I never lose the to go platinum Said I'd live it up 'til all the cash Ain't that funny, only use plastic, it to make classics, than acid P-D, on your tape or CD The killa, no team illa The Fam-o, ammo, is channel We hot for a long time burnin like a candle you can do is check your distribution My songs in Houston like Scarface produced 'em You ain't gotta like me, you mad I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass and flashlights The in the two-seaters, with two Midas Senoritas, kiss when you meet us P. run the city, show no pity I'm the witty one, the crook from the Brook' Matty the neck of your coke connect No respect squeeze off all y'all diminish Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Luc' Black Rob the Mob, it ain't no replacin' him Niggas up, with just Mase and 'em Placin' in funerals, criminals turned aroused The Brick City, nobody come off P.Diddy wise, I play 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 from front to 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 from front to back To my in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my is at? Where my is at? Where the my bitches at? Where my is at?
We got the live shit from front to back To my niggas in the world, where the you at? Where my is at? Where my is at? Where the fuck my at? my bitches is at?
We got the real live from 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? my bitches is at?
We got the live 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