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One, one twoCheck me out right here yoYo, the sun don't shine foreverYou can turn the track up a little bit for meBut as long as it's here then we might as well shine togetherAll up in my earsBetter now than never, business before pleasureThe mic is loud, but the beats isn't loudP. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?Yeah right, no matter what, we air tightYEAH!So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it rightDon't make a ass outta yourself, by assuminYEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the mics upOur music keeps you movin, what are you provin?Turn that shit all the way up, yeahYou know that I'm two levels above you babyMusic's gettin louderHug me baby, I'ma make you love me babyThis shit is hot!Talkin crazy, ain't gon' get you nuthin but chokedUh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huhAnd that jealousy is only gonna leave you brokeSo the only thing left now is God for these catsSongtexteIt's all fucked up nowAnd BIG you know you too hard for these catsI'ma win cause I'm too smart for these catsWhile they makin up facts (uhh) you rakin up plaquesIn The Commision, you ask for permission to hit 'emHe don't like me, hit him while wifey was with himYou heard of us, the murderous, most shadyBeen on the low lately, the feds hate meThe son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatantYou hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitinDuct tapin, your fam' destinylays in my hands, gat lays in my waistFrancis, M to the iz-H phenominalGun rest under your vest by the abdominalRhyme a few bars so I can buy a few carsAnd I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoesExcellence is my presence, never tenseNever hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quickReal sick, brawl nights, I perform like MikeAnyone -- Tyson, Jordan, Jacksonaction, pack guns, ridiculousAnd I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touchKids or girl you touch, in this world I clutchTwo auto-matoes, used to call me fatsoNow you call me Castro, my rap flowsmilitant, y'all faggots ain't killin shitOoops Cristal keep spillin shit; you overdid it homesYou in the danger zone, you shouldn't be aloneHold hands and say it like meThe most shady, Frankie baby, fantasticGraphic, tryin to make dough, like JurassicPark did quick to spark kids who start shitSee me, only meThe Underboss of this holocaustTruly yours, Frank WhiteWe got the real live shit from front to backTo my people in the world, where the fuck you at?Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at?Where the fuck my bitches at?Where my bitches is at?We got the real live shit from front to backTo my people in the world, where the fuck you at?Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at?Where the fuck my bitches at?Where my bitches is at?Put your money on the table and get your math onBreak it down, split it up, get your laugh onSee you later Dog, I'ma get my stash onThere's a bed full of money that I get my ass onI never lose the passion to go platinumSaid I'd live it up 'til all the cash goneAin't that funny, only use plastic, craft itto make classics, hotter than acidP-D, rollin on your tape or CDThe girl-boy killa, no team illaThe Fam-o, ammo, is every channelWe been hot for a long time burnin like a candleWhat you can do is check your distributionMy songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced 'emYou ain't gotta like me, you just madcause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might beWe got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlightsThe heaters in the two-seaters, with two midasSenoritas, kiss rings when you meet usP. Diddy run the city, show no pityI'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'Matty broke the neck of your coke connectNo respect squeeze off 'til all y'all diminishShootouts for twenty minutes, until we finishVenice took the loot, escaped, in the CoupeBreak bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Luc'Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacin himNiggaz step up, with just Mase and 'emplacin them in funerals, criminals turned arousedThe Brick City, nobody come off like P. DiddyBusiness wise, I play menHide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray menYou screamin, I position, competitionAnother day in the life, of the ComissionWe got the real live shit from front to backTo my people in the world, where the fuck you at?Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at?Where the fuck my bitches at?Where my bitches is at?We got the real live shit from front to backTo my people in the world, where the fuck you at?Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at?Where the fuck my bitches at?Where my bitches is at? Aiyyo, can you hear me out there? Aiyyo turn me up, nobody can hear me out there That's good, it's all fucked up now Y'all know it's all fucked up now right? What the fuck I'ma do now? What I'ma do now? Can y'all hear me out there?We got the real live shit!!Can y'all hear me out there?Fuck y'all niggaz wanna doIt's all fucked up now.. what I'ma do now, huh?What I'ma do now? It's all fucked up now Aus Songtexte Mania