Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
So when you hear somethin'
make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself,
by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin'
what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
levels above you baby
Hug me baby,
I'm a make you love me baby
Talkin' crazy,
ain't gon' get you nothin' but choked
And that jealousy is only
gonna leave you broke
So the only thing left now is
God for these cats
And B.I.G. you know you too
hard for these cats
I'm a win cause I'm too
smart for these cats
While they makin' up facts
(uh) you rakin' up plaques
In The Commission,
you ask for permission to hit 'em
He don't like me,
hit him while wifey was with him
You heard of us, the murderous,
most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of Satan,
they say my killing's too blatant
You hesitatin' I'm in your
mama crib waitin'
Duct tapin'
your fam' destiny
Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, M to the iz- H phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest
by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I
can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can
pimp a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant,
leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights,
I perform like Mike
Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
Action, pack guns, ridiculous
And I'm, quick to bust,
if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch,
in this world I clutch
Two auto- matos,
used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin' shit
Oops Crystal keep spillin' shit,
you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone,
you shouldn't be alone
Hold hands and say it like me
The most shady, Frankie baby,
fantastic
Graphic, tryin' to make dough,
like Jurassic
Park did quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, only me
The Under- boss of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank White
Put your money on the table
and get your math on
Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on
See you later Dog,
I'ma get my stash on
There's a bed full of money
that I get my ass on
I never lose the passion
to go platinum
Said I'd live it up 'til all
the cash gone
Ain't that funny,
only use plastic, craft it
To make classics, hotter than acid
P- D, rollin on your tape or CD
The girl- boy killa, no team illa
The Fam- o, ammo, is every channel
We been hot for a long
time burnin like a candle
What you can do is check your distribution
My songs bump in Houston like
Scarface produced 'em
You ain't gotta like me, you just mad
Cause I tell it how it is,
and you tell it how it might be
We got the shit, Mac tight,
brass knuckles and flashlights
The heaters in the two- seaters,
with two Midas
Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one,
Frank's the crook from the Brook'
Matty broke the neck of your coke connect
No respect squeeze off 'til
all y'all diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes,
until we finish
Venice took the loot,
escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, with the 'Kiss,
Peniro, Sheek Luc'
Black Rob joined the Mob,
it ain't no replacin' him
Niggas step up,
with just Mase an d 'em
Placin' them in funerals,
criminals turned aroused
The Brick City,
nobody come off like P.Diddy
Business wise, I play men
Hide money on the Island Cayman,
y'all just betray men
You screamin, I position, competition
An other day in the life,
of the Commission