Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
I'll sick rottweiler's on you f**as, cops followin to cuff us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you s**as
So the spring break hoes home from college wanna f** us
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
This sh** can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
And who flip when I call a b**h like she Queen Latifah
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer
[Lloyd Banks]
Nother day in the life of the Comission
You screamin, I position, competition
Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men
Businesswise, I play men
The Brick City, nobody come off like P-Diddy
Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused
n***az step up, we just macin them
Black Rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him
Break bread, with the kiss, Peniro, sheek loops
Venice took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish
No respect squeeze off til all y'all diminish
Matty broke the neck of your coke connect
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'
P-Diddy run the city, show no pity
Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
The heaters in the two-seaters, with two midas
We got the sh**, Mac tight, bra** knuckles and flashlights
[B.I.G.]
Frank tell how we did!
Now they all spit like they all legit
Listened to the double disk
Took home "Life after d**h" and they studied it
This illman MC used to be on other sh**
Who found out other MCs been tryin to find ya route
Overseas and what was me I find out
Realest my stones the chillest got homes and villas
Cuz Biggie Smalls is the illest
There aint another MC who could fill ya shoes
No matter what the public say we gon prove
Yo Bad Boy for life
This is for life afters like B.I. Frank White
I can see B.I. rocking the Sean John yeah right
I'm happy makes a bethus now preaching the song
Comes before the storm
They say its darkest before the dawn
You know it can't stay dark for long
[P. Diddy]
Where my b**hes is at?
Where the f** my b**hes at?
Where my n***as is at? [2X]
To my n***as in the world, where the f** you at?
We got the real live sh** from front to back
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Truly yours, Frank White
The Underboss of this holocaust
See me, only me
Park did quick to spark kids who start sh**
Graphic, tryin to make dough, like Jura**ic
The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic
Hold hands and say it like me
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone
Ooops Cristal keep spillin sh**, you overdid it homes
Militant, y'all f*ggots ain't k**in sh**
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
Action, pack guns, ridiculous
Anyone -- Ty-son, Jor-dan, Jack-son
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike
Never hesitant, leave a n***a bent real quick
Excellence is my presence, never tense
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
Gram a few bars so I can buy a few cars
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Duct tapin, your fam destiny
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin
The son of Satan, they say my k**in's too blatant
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
You heard of us, the murderers, most shady
He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit em
[B.I.G.]
In The Commision, you ask for permission to hit em
While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers
They pop sh** 'till we start approaching these cowards
I got no friends, f** most of these cowards
So the only thing left now is toast for these cowrads
And rattin on n***as is only gon' leave you smoke
I'm the wrong one to provoke
I'll plug you n***a, I never heard of you n***a, ugly n***a
You know that I'm, 8 levels above you n***a
I'm co*ky, raps rocky, n***a you sloppy
Don't make a a** outta yaself tryin to stop me
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Yea f*ggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
G-Unit move around wit them pounds and barretas
I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar
So if sh** hit the fan then we might as well die together
Yo, we can't stay alive forever
[50 Cent]
[P. Diddy]
What the f** yaw gonna do now?
[50 Cent]
Yo!
It's all f**ed up now!
[P. Diddy]
One...Two!
[B.I.G.]
[P. Diddy]
As we procede to give you what you need!
[B.I.G.]
One
Yeah!
[P. Diddy]
It's ten years and we still runnin this motherf**er
Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
Don't make a a** outta yourself, by a**umin
So when you hear a song, make sure you hear it right
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Better now than never business before pleasure
Yo the sun don't shine forever but as long as its here then we might as well shine togeher
10 years...
[P. Diddy]
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay floor burried
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, n***a plad ain't burberry
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know to watch botherin ya vision
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 cuz Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare n***as since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, when we startin a wave
And leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the young pimp pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be partin my braids
n***as find what club they at
Take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac
Get advances from grey Acura
See these record labels got most artists gettin f**ed like the gay rappa'
I go the college on the tour
I'm goin down in history n***a, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor
By now, you probably heard of me
Fresh outta surgery, flashy as a f**, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
You match now, back down
n***as love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
Catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishing gear
Heavy when I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
You better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
You ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
It's a damn shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals
n***a
[Chorus (x3): Busta Rhymes]
>We got the real live sh** from front to back
To my n***as in the world, where the f** you at?
Where my n***as is at? [2X]
Where the f** my b**hes at?
Where my b**hes is at?
[Busta Rhymes]
Who got the real live sh**!
f** yaw n***as wanna do?