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Yo, the sun don't shine But as long as here then we might as well shine 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 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 you love me baby Talkin' crazy, ain't get you nothin' but choked And that jealousy is only gonna leave you So the only thing left now is God for these And B.I.G. you know you too hard for these I'm a win cause I'm too for these cats While makin' up facts (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 heard of us, the murderous, most Been on the low lately, the feds me The son of Satan, say my killing's too blatant You hesitatin' I'm in your crib waitin' tapin' your fam' destiny lays in my hands, gat in my waist Francis, M to the iz-H 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, tense Never hesitant, 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 or girl you touch, in this world I clutch Two auto-matos, used to me fatso Now you call me Castro, my rap militant, y'all faggots killin' shit Oops Crystal spillin' shit, you overdid it homes You in the danger zone, you be alone hands and say it like me The most shady, baby, fantastic Graphic, tryin' to make dough, like Park did quick to spark who start shit See me, me The Under-boss of holocaust yours, Frank White
We got the real live shit from front to To my people 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 live shit from front to 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 Dog, I'ma get my stash on There's a bed full of that I get my ass on I lose the passion to go platinum Said I'd live it up 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 girl-boy killa, no team The Fam-o, ammo, is every We been hot for a long time burnin a candle you can do is check your distribution My songs bump in Houston like 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 rings when you us P. Diddy run the city, no pity I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Matty broke the neck of your connect No squeeze off 'til all y'all diminish Shootouts for minutes, until we finish Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe Break bread, the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Luc' Black Rob the Mob, it ain't no replacin' him Niggas step up, with just and 'em Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned The Brick City, nobody come off P.Diddy Business wise, I men Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just 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 fuck my at? Where my is at?
We got the live 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 live shit from to back To my niggas in the world, the fuck you at? Where my is at? Where my is at? Where the my bitches at? my bitches is at?
We got the real live shit from front to To my in the world, where the fuck you at? my niggas is at? Where my is at? Where the fuck my at? Where my is at?
We got the real shit! Fuck y'all wanna do?
It's all up now What I'm a do now, What I'm a do It's all up now