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Yo, the sun don't forever But as long as it's here we might as well shine together Better now than never, business pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it
Yeah right, no what, we air tight So when you hear somethin' sure you hear it right Don't make a ass yourself, by assumin' Our music keeps you what are you provin'? You know that I'm two above you baby Hug me baby, I'm a make you love me Talkin' crazy, ain't gon' get you but choked And that jealousy is only gonna you broke So the only thing left now is God for cats And B.I.G. you know you too hard for cats I'm a win cause I'm too smart for these 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 was with him You heard of us, the murderous, shady Been on the low lately, the feds me The son of Satan, say my killing's too blatant You hesitatin' I'm in your mama waitin' tapin' your fam' destiny lays in my hands, gat in my waist Francis, M to the phenomenal Gun rest under vest 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, never Never hesitant, a nigga bent real quick Real sick, nights, I perform 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 me fatso Now you me Castro, my rap flows militant, faggots ain't killin' shit Oops Crystal spillin' shit, you overdid it homes You in the danger zone, you be alone Hold hands and say it me The shady, Frankie baby, fantastic Graphic, tryin' to dough, like Jurassic Park did quick to kids who start shit See me, me The Under-boss of holocaust Truly yours, Frank
We got the live shit from front to back To my people in the world, where the 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 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?
Put money 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 a bed full of money that I get my ass on I never 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, on your tape or CD The girl-boy killa, no illa The Fam-o, ammo, is every We been hot for a time burnin like a candle What you can do is check distribution My songs bump in like Scarface produced 'em You gotta like me, you just mad I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass and flashlights The heaters in the two-seaters, with two Senoritas, rings when you meet us P. Diddy run the city, no pity I'm the witty one, Frank's the from the Brook' Matty broke the of your coke connect No respect off 'til all y'all diminish Shootouts for twenty minutes, we finish Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Luc' Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no him step up, with just Mase and 'em Placin' them in funerals, turned aroused The Brick City, nobody come off P.Diddy wise, I play men Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just men You screamin, I position, day in the life, of the Commission
We got the real shit from front to back To my niggas in the world, where the you at? Where my is at? my niggas is at? Where the my bitches at? my bitches is at?
We got the real live shit from front to To my niggas in the world, where the you at? Where my is at? my niggas 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, 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? 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 niggas do?
It's all up now What I'm a do now, I'm a do now? It's all up now