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Yo, the sun don't forever But as as it's here then we might as well shine together now than never, business before pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air So when you hear somethin' make you hear it right make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' Our music keeps you movin' what are you You know that I'm two above 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 leave you broke So the only thing now is God for these cats And B.I.G. you know you too for these cats I'm a win I'm too smart 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, shady Been on the low lately, the feds me The son of Satan, they say my killing's too You hesitatin' I'm in your mama waitin' Duct tapin' your destiny in my hands, gat lays in my waist Francis, M to the phenomenal Gun under 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, never Never hesitant, leave a bent real quick Real sick, brawl nights, I like Mike 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 call me Castro, my rap 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 hands and say it me The most shady, baby, fantastic Graphic, tryin' to dough, like Jurassic Park did quick to spark who start shit See me, me The Under-boss of this Truly yours, Frank
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 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? Where my is at? my niggaz is at? Where the my bitches at? Where my is at?
Put money on the table and get your math on Break it down, it up, get your laugh on See you later Dog, get my stash on a bed full of money that I get my ass on I lose the passion to go platinum I'd live it up 'til all the cash gone Ain't funny, only use plastic, craft it to make classics, hotter than P-D, rollin on your or CD The girl-boy killa, no team The Fam-o, ammo, is channel We hot for a long time burnin like a candle What you can do is check distribution My songs bump in Houston like Scarface '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 knuckles and The in the two-seaters, with two Midas Senoritas, kiss rings when you us P. run the city, show no pity I'm the witty one, Frank's the from the Brook' Matty the neck of your coke connect No respect off 'til all y'all diminish for twenty minutes, until we finish Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacin' him Niggas step up, just Mase and 'em them in funerals, criminals turned aroused The Brick City, nobody off like P.Diddy Business wise, I men Hide money on the Cayman, y'all just betray men You screamin, I position, Another day in the life, of the
We got the live shit from 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? my bitches is at?
We got the real live shit 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? Where my is at?
We got the real live shit from front to 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 real live 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? my bitches is at?
We got the live shit! Fuck y'all niggas do?
all fucked up now What I'm a do now, I'm a do now? It's all up now