One, one two Check me out right yo
Yo, the sun don't forever But as long as it's here then we might as well together now than 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' make sure you hear it Don't make a ass yourself, by assumin' Our keeps you movin' what are you provin'? You know I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'm a you love me baby Talkin' crazy, gon' get you nothin' but choked And that jealousy is only leave you broke So the only thing left now is God for cats And B.I.G. you know you too for these cats I'm a win cause I'm too smart for 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 of us, the murderous, most shady 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 phenomenal Gun rest your vest by the abdominal Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few Excellence is my presence, tense Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent quick sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, action, pack guns, And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you or girl you touch, in this world I clutch Two auto-matos, used to me fatso Now you me Castro, my rap flows militant, faggots ain't killin' shit Crystal keep spillin' shit, you overdid it homes You in the zone, you shouldn't be alone hands and say it like me The most shady, Frankie baby, Graphic, tryin' to make dough, like Park did quick to spark who start shit See me, me The Under-boss of this yours, Frank White
We got the live shit from front to back To my in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my is at? Where my is at? the fuck my bitches at? Where my is at?
We got the live shit from front to back To my people in the world, the fuck you at? my niggaz is at? Where my is at? Where the my bitches at? my bitches is at?
Put your on the table and get your math on Break it down, split it up, get laugh on See you later Dog, I'ma get my on There's a bed full of that I get my ass on I lose the passion to go platinum Said I'd it up 'til all the cash gone Ain't funny, only use plastic, craft it to make classics, than 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 What you can do is check your My bump in Houston like Scarface produced 'em You gotta like me, you just mad cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it 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. Diddy run the city, show no I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook the Brook' Matty broke the neck of coke connect No respect off 'til all y'all diminish Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Luc' Black Rob the Mob, it ain't no replacin' him Niggas step up, just Mase and 'em Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned The City, nobody come off like P.Diddy Business wise, I men Hide on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men You screamin, I position, day in the life, of the Commission
We got the live shit from front to back To my niggas in the world, the fuck you at? my niggas is at? Where my is at? the fuck my bitches 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? the fuck my bitches at? Where my is at?
We got the real live shit 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? Where my is at?
We got the real live from front to back To my niggas in the world, where the you at? Where my is at? Where my is at? Where the my bitches at? my bitches is at?
We got the real shit! Fuck niggas wanna do?
all fucked up now What I'm a do now, What I'm a do all fucked up now