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Yo, the sun shine forever But as long as it's here then we might as well shine Better now than never, business before P. Diddy and the Fam, who you do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air So when you hear somethin' make sure you it right Don't make a ass yourself, by assumin' Our music you movin' what are you provin'? You know that I'm two above you baby Hug me baby, I'm a make you me baby Talkin' crazy, ain't gon' get you nothin' but And jealousy is only gonna leave you broke 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 cause I'm too smart for these While they 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 heard of us, the murderous, most Been on the low lately, the hate me The son of Satan, say my killing's too blatant You hesitatin' I'm in your crib waitin' Duct tapin' your fam' lays in my hands, gat in my waist Francis, M to the phenomenal Gun rest under your vest by the 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, leave a nigga bent real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, action, guns, ridiculous And I'm, to bust, if my ends you touch or girl you touch, in this world I clutch Two auto-matos, used to me fatso Now you me Castro, my rap flows militant, y'all faggots killin' shit Oops Crystal keep spillin' shit, you it homes You in the danger zone, you be alone hands and say it like me The shady, Frankie baby, fantastic Graphic, tryin' to make dough, like Park did to spark kids who start shit See me, me The Under-boss of this Truly yours, Frank
We got the real live shit from to back To my people in the world, the fuck you at? Where my is at? my niggaz is at? Where the my bitches at? my bitches is at?
We got the real live shit from to back To my people in the world, the fuck you at? my niggaz 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 it down, split it up, get your laugh on See you later Dog, I'ma get my on There's a bed 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 that funny, only use plastic, it to make classics, hotter than P-D, rollin on tape or CD The killa, no team illa The Fam-o, ammo, is channel We been hot for a time burnin like a candle What you can do is check distribution My songs bump in Houston Scarface produced 'em You ain't gotta me, you just mad cause I tell it how it is, and you it how it might be
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass and flashlights The heaters in the two-seaters, two Midas Senoritas, kiss when you meet us P. Diddy run the city, no pity I'm the witty one, the crook from the Brook' broke the neck of your coke connect No respect squeeze off 'til all y'all Shootouts for minutes, until we finish 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, with just and 'em Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned The City, nobody come off like P.Diddy wise, I play 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 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 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, where the you at? Where my is at? my niggas is at? Where the my bitches at? my bitches 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? my bitches is at?
We got the live shit! Fuck y'all wanna do?
It's all up now I'm a do now, huh? What I'm a do It's all up now