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Yo, the sun don't forever But as long as it's here then we might as well shine 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 somethin' sure you hear it right make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' Our music you movin' what are you provin'? You know that I'm two levels above you Hug me baby, I'm a you love me baby Talkin' crazy, gon' get you nothin' but choked And that jealousy is gonna leave you broke So the only left now is God for these cats And B.I.G. you know you too hard for cats I'm a win cause I'm too smart for these 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, say my killing's too blatant You I'm in your mama crib waitin' Duct tapin' your fam' lays in my hands, gat in my waist Francis, M to the iz-H Gun rest under your 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 Never hesitant, a nigga bent real quick Real sick, brawl nights, I like Mike Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, action, guns, ridiculous And I'm, quick to bust, if my you touch Kids or girl you touch, in this world I Two auto-matos, used to call me Now you me Castro, my rap flows militant, y'all ain't killin' shit Oops Crystal keep spillin' shit, you it homes You in the zone, you shouldn't be alone Hold and say it like me The shady, Frankie baby, fantastic Graphic, tryin' to dough, like Jurassic Park did to spark kids who start shit See me, me The Under-boss of this Truly yours, Frank
We got the real shit 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 live from front to back To my people in the world, the fuck you at? my niggaz is at? Where my is at? Where the fuck my at? Where my is at?
Put your money on the table and get your on Break it down, split it up, get laugh on See you later Dog, I'ma get my 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 cash Ain't that funny, only use plastic, it to make classics, hotter acid P-D, rollin on your or CD The girl-boy killa, no illa The Fam-o, ammo, is channel We hot for a long time burnin like a candle What you can do is check your 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 tell it how it be
We got the shit, Mac tight, knuckles 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' broke the neck of your coke connect No respect squeeze off 'til all y'all Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe Break bread, the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Luc' Black Rob joined the Mob, it no replacin' him step up, with just Mase and 'em Placin' them in funerals, turned aroused The City, nobody come off like P.Diddy Business wise, I men money on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men You screamin, I position, day in the life, of the Commission
We got the real live shit front to back To my niggas in the world, 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 live from front to back To my niggas in the world, the fuck you at? Where my is at? Where my is at? Where the fuck my at? my bitches is at?
We got the real shit from front to back To my niggas in the world, where the you at? Where my 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? my niggas is at? Where my is at? Where the my bitches at? Where my is at?
We got the real shit! Fuck y'all wanna do?
all fucked up now I'm a do now, huh? What I'm a do all fucked up now