Key: A minor•
Verse 1
Dm
F
Am
Check me out right here yo
Verse 2
You can turn the track up
Dm
Am
a little bit for me
F
Am
C
Am
But as long as it's here
then we might as well shine together
F
Am
C
Better now than never,
Em
The mic is loud, but the beats isn't loud
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
YEAH!
make sure you hear it right
by assumin
Our music keeps you movin,
what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels
you love me baby
This shit is hot!
Talkin crazy, ain't gon' get
you nuthin but choked
And that jealousy is only
It's all fucked up now
And BIG you know you
too hard for these cats
smart for these cats
Verse 3
permission to hit 'em
He don't like me, hit
him while wifey was with him
You heard of us, the murder
Em
C
The son of Satan,
they say my killing's too blatant
I'm in your mama crib waitin
Duct tapin, your fam' destiny
Am
C
Francis, M to the iz- H phenominal
by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
pimp a few hoes
Real sick, brawl nights,
I perform like Mike
Anyone - - Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
F
Em
Action, pack guns, ridiculous
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
Am
Em
Militant, y'all faggots ain't
shit; you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone, you
shouldn't be alone
Hold hands and say it like me
fantastic
Em
C
like Jurassic
who start shit
See me, only me
The Underboss of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank White
Verse 4
F
Am
We got the real live shit from
Em
C
front to back
where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Verse 5
Am
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world,
Where my niggaz is at?
Verse 6
Put your money on the table
Em
Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on
There's a bed full of money
that I get my ass on
I never lose the passion
Em
Said I'd live it up 'til all the cash gone
C
Am
Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it
To make classics, hotter than acid
P- D, rollin on your tape or CD
The Fam- o, ammo, is every channel
your distribution
You ain't gotta like me, you just mad
Cause I tell it how it is,
and you tell it how it might be
Verse 7
C
Am
The heaters in the two- seaters,
with two midas
Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, show no pity
Frank's the crook from the Brook'
Am
Em
Matty broke the neck of your
all y'all diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes,
until we finish
Venice took the loot,
escaped, in the Coupe
Peniro, Sheek Luc'
Niggaz step up,
Placin them in funerals,
criminals turned aroused
The Brick City,
nobody come off like P. Diddy
Hide money on the Island Cayman,
y'all just betray men
Em
C
You screamin, I position,
Another day in the life,
of the Comission
Verse 8
from front to back
Where my niggaz is at?
Where my bitches is at?
Verse 9
Am
We got the real live shit from front to back
Where my bitches is at?
Verse 10
Aiyyo turn me up,
Em
C
Y'all know it's all fucked up now right?
What I'ma do now?
Can y'all hear me out there?
Verse 11
Am
Em
Can y'all hear me out there?
Verse 12
F
What I'ma do now? It's all
Outro 1
fucked up now
Am
F
Am
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