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Yo, the sun don't shine 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' make you hear it right make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' Our music keeps you movin' are you provin'? You know that I'm two levels above you Hug me baby, I'm a make you 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 cats And B.I.G. you you too hard for these cats I'm a win I'm too smart for these cats they makin' up facts (uh) you rakin' up plaques
In The Commission, you ask for to hit 'em He don't like me, hit him wifey was with him You of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, the feds me The son of Satan, they say my too blatant You hesitatin' I'm in your mama crib Duct tapin' your fam' lays in my hands, gat lays in my Francis, M to the iz-H Gun rest under your by the abdominal Rhyme a few so I can buy a few cars And I a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes Excellence is my presence, never Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent quick sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, action, guns, ridiculous And I'm, to bust, if my ends you touch Kids or girl you touch, in this I clutch Two auto-matos, to call me fatso Now you me Castro, my rap flows militant, y'all ain't killin' shit Oops Crystal keep 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, to make dough, like Jurassic Park did quick to spark who start shit See me, me The Under-boss of this Truly yours, White
We got the live shit from front to back To my people in the world, the fuck you at? Where my is at? Where my is at? Where the fuck my at? Where my is at?
We got the real 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 money on the and get your math on Break it down, split it up, get your on See you later Dog, I'ma get my on a bed full of money that I get my ass on I lose the passion to go platinum Said I'd live it up 'til all the cash Ain't funny, only use plastic, craft it to classics, hotter than 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 bump in Houston Scarface produced 'em You ain't gotta like me, you mad cause I it how it is, and you tell it how it might be
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and The heaters in the two-seaters, two Midas Senoritas, kiss when you meet us P. Diddy run the city, show no I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Matty the neck of your coke connect No respect squeeze off 'til all diminish Shootouts for twenty minutes, 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 Placin' in funerals, criminals turned aroused The Brick City, nobody come off P.Diddy Business wise, I 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 shit from front to back To my in the world, where the fuck you at? my niggas 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 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?
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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