Did the remix once, had to do it again.
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Lyrics
(Capman)
Capman. P. Diddy, Biggie, 50 cent,Lloyd motherfuckin' Banks!!!!!!
(P. Diddy)
10 years...
(Capman)
We're back my nigga! Yeah!
(P.Diddy)
Yo the sun don't shine forever but as long as its here we minus well shine togeher
Better now than never business before pleasure
P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
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'ma make you love me baby
It's ten years and we still runnin this motherfucker
[P. Diddy]
Yeah!
[B.I.G.]
One
[P. Diddy]
As we procede to give you what you need!
[B.I.G.]
One...Two!
[P. Diddy]
It's all fucked up now!
[50 Cent]
Yo!
[P. Diddy]
What the fuck yaw gonna do now?
[50 Cent]
Yo, we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them pounds and beretta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is tools for these cowards
I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards
They pop shit 'till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers
[B.I.G.]
In The Commision, you ask for permission to hit em
He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit em
You heard of us, the murderers, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of *Satan*, they say my killin'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 phenominal
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-matoes, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit
Ooops Cristal 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 Underboss of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank White
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at? [2X]
Where the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?
(Capman)
The road is long and I'm still on the wheel,
passed by all of 'em cars, behind me I left thrill.
Only God knows my will, will I die or will I kill?
No problem, satisfy my skills, test my chill.
Number one, that's my place you can't dispute.
Can't catch me on no race, on the mic you're mute
asking for a null lull, I left and laughed at their loot.
Say I'm a bad motherfucker but on business I'm good.
I have felt love, I have felt hate on the late,
no mistake, didn't fail pulling bitches off my way.
My decade on the rise is their decadent decade of despise.
On the heights no surpirse for their lameness and demise.
When I say "Successes" they just say "Tries",
these bitches ain't wise.
Trying to fight me is lik