Commission-shyne
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TXT Commission-shyne 文本歌词
Album by: Shyne
Artist by: Shyne
From cuttin solid purico to stack fritos
Went from grams to kilos
Mac in one hand, in the other hand grands and c-notes
Game got my eyes wider than a 430 buggy
No tellin what the f**k Ill do for this money
Stay posted up close with killers and cut throats
The thoroughest b**ches who in they p**sy stuff coke
As I cook and cut coke with the bakin soda arm and hammer
Palmin hammers
Think you crazy? ni**a, my cliques bananas
Takin over with the mafia
Hittin niggas for they bricks like gracias
The cockiest, its obvious, its me, he, who?
Confront frontin niggas like you want it? well ni**a, me too
What the f**k, Im callin your bluff, niggas act like they stopped
Makin guns after they made yours
Im sponsored by the nra, doa rules
Grin and stand over your coffin like hey you!
Tell the devil Im comin, keep it hot
For now I got my eyes on a billboard spot
Dont stop.
Die for it
Take the stand, lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the chair and fry for it
Never tellin or snitchin
Rather swim with the fishn
Mothaf**ka respect it, the commission
(first 4 lines with jamaican accent)
I buy and sell bricks with my ni**a p.d.
Down with the team called b.b.e.
Now if you want to join the team you know you must see me
Buy ya cant talk to feds or dick r.i.d.
Its a cold world baby boy, f**k it, Im colder
Animals on my back keep my warm, my armor
Frank lucas persona, warmin coke up in the sauna
Let me warn ya, trip against my team yous a goner
Infact its drastic
A couple million in the mattress
With a safe dick I say f**k taxes
Rather endulge in duct tape pig tie tactics
Crime pays
Ni**a, nine-hundred and ninety-nine ways
My destinys vague, will I survive or blow trial?
Lay shot up, puff cryin in denial
While my enemies smile, buried in style
Gucci suits and cufflings
Sneakin drugs through heavens customs.
Pop pop pop! warning shot, whos to blame
Shyne mothaf**ka, dont forget the name
Stretch the caine, to cop the house and the plane
Till my massacre, slain
Brains hang from the window of my range
F**k the feds, 2 green and one red
Firm tight, hold the dice in this game of life
Aces suffice
Papers a must
Fallen angels and angel dust
My team do dirt to avoid layin in the dust
Million dollar portraits in my fortress
Of course its po
Bloodstainin, aeroplanin, four-hundred horses slow
Platinum cable, round table, so all the bosses know
Im takin over
Cause they coke got too much bakin soda
They say money aint everything
You f**kin right ni**a, its the only thing
In God we trust, the holy thing
I look into my enemys eye
Let em know you play fly you go out kennedy style.
Chorus 2x
