Shyne - Commission Lyrics
[verse 1]From cuttin solid purico to stack fritosWent from grams to kilosMac in one hand, in the other hand grands and c-notesGame got my eyes wider than a 430 buggyNo tellin what the ***** Ill do for this moneyStay posted up close with killers and cut throatsThe thoroughest *****es who in they ***** stuff cokeAs I cook and cut coke with the bakin soda arm and hammerPalmin hammersThink you crazy? nigga, my cliques bananasTakin over with the mafiaHittin niggas for they bricks like graciasThe *****iest, its obvious, its me, he, who?Confront frontin niggas like you want it? well nigga, me tooWhat the *****, Im callin your bluff, niggas act like they stoppedMakin guns after they made yoursIm sponsored by the nra, doa rulesGrin and stand over your coffin like hey you!Tell the devil Im comin, keep it hotFor now I got my eyes on a billboard spotDont stop.[chorus 2x]Die for itTake the stand, lie for itBlow trial, get up in the chair and fry for itNever tellin or snitchinRather swim with the fishnMotha*****a respect it, the commission[verse 2](first 4 lines with jamaican accent)I buy and sell bricks with my nigga p.d.Down with the team called b.b.e.Now if you want to join the team you know you must see meBuy ya cant talk to feds or dick r.i.d.Its a cold world baby boy, ***** it, Im colderAnimals on my back keep my warm, my armorFrank lucas persona, warmin coke up in the saunaLet me warn ya, trip against my team yous a gonerInfact its drasticA couple million in the mattressWith a safe dick I say ***** taxesRather endulge in duct tape pig tie tacticsCrime paysNigga, nine-hundred and ninety-nine waysMy destinys vague, will I survive or blow trial?Lay shot up, puff cryin in denialWhile my enemies smile, buried in styleGucci suits and cufflingsSneakin drugs through heavens customs.[chorus][verse 3]Pop pop pop! warning shot, whos to blameShyne motha*****a, dont forget the nameStretch the caine, to cop the house and the planetill my massacre, slainBrains hang from the window of my range***** the feds, 2 green and one redFirm tight, hold the dice in this game of lifeAces sufficePapers a mustFallen angels and angel dustMy team do dirt to avoid layin in the dustMillion dollar portraits in my fortressOf course its poBloodstainin, aeroplanin, four-hundred horses slowPlatinum cable, round table, so all the bosses knowIm takin overcause they coke got too much bakin sodaThey say money aint everythingYou *****in right nigga, its the only thingIn God we trust, the holy thingI look into my enemys eyeLet em know you play fly you go out kennedy style.Chorus 2x
