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Yo, the sun don't shine But as long as here then we might as well shine together Better now than never, before pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it
Yeah right, no what, we air tight So when you somethin' make sure 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 levels you baby Hug me baby, I'm a make you me baby Talkin' crazy, gon' get you nothin' but choked And that jealousy is gonna leave you broke 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 smart for 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 on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of Satan, they say my killing's too You hesitatin' I'm in your mama waitin' Duct tapin' your fam' lays in my hands, gat lays in my Francis, M to the iz-H Gun rest under your vest by the 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, tense Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real Real sick, nights, I perform 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, used to call me Now you call me Castro, my rap militant, y'all faggots ain't shit Oops Crystal spillin' shit, you overdid it homes You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be hands and say it like me The most shady, Frankie baby, Graphic, tryin' to 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 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?
We got the real live shit from front to To my in the world, where the fuck you at? my niggaz is at? Where my is at? Where the fuck my at? my bitches is at?
Put your money on the table and get math on Break it down, split it up, get your on See you later Dog, I'ma get my on There's a bed of money that I get my ass on I never the passion to go platinum Said I'd live it up 'til all the gone Ain't that funny, use plastic, craft it to make classics, than acid 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 you can do is check your distribution My songs in Houston like Scarface produced 'em You ain't gotta 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 knuckles and The in the two-seaters, with two Midas Senoritas, rings when you meet us P. run the city, show no pity I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook the Brook' broke 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, the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Luc' Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacin' him Niggas step up, just Mase and 'em them in funerals, criminals turned aroused The City, nobody come off like P.Diddy Business wise, I men Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all betray men You screamin, I position, Another day in the life, of the
We got the real live shit 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, 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, 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 live shit from to back To my in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my is at? my niggas is at? Where the fuck my at? my bitches 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