Текст песни Shyne - Commission
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[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 fuck I`ll do for this moneystay posted up close with killers and cut throatsthe thoroughest bitches who in they pussy stuff cokeas I cook and cut coke with the bakin` soda Arm and Hammerpalmin` hammersthink you crazy? nigga, my clique`s bananastakin` over with the Mafiahittin` niggas for they bricks like Graciasthe cockiest, it`s obvious, it`s me, he, who?confront frontin` niggas like "You want it? well nigga, me too"what the fuck, I`m callin` your bluff, niggas act like they stoppedmakin` guns after they made yoursI`m sponsored by the NRA, DOA rulesgrin and stand over your coffin like "Hey you!"tell the Devil I`m comin`, keep it hotfor now I got my eyes on a billboard spotdon`t stop. [Chorus 2X]Die for ittake the stand, lie for itblow trial, get up in the chair and fry for itnever tellin` or snitchin`rather swim with the fish`nmothafucka 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 can`t talk to FEDS or dick R.I.D. It`s a cold World baby boy, fuck it, I`m colderAnimals on my back keep my warm, my armorFrank Lucas persona, warmin` coke up in the saunalet me warn ya, trip against my team you`s a gonerinfact it`s drastica couple Million in the mattresswith a safe dick I say fuck taxesrather endulge in duct tape pig tie tacticscrime pays nigga, Nine-Hundred and Ninety-Nine waysmy destiny`s 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, who`s to blameShyne mothafucka, don`t forget the namestretch the Caine, to cop the house and the plane`till my Massacre, slainbrains hang from the window of my Rangefuck the FEDS, 2 green and one redFirm tight, hold the dice in this game of lifeAces sufficepaper`s a mustFallen Angels and Angel dustmy team do dirt to avoid layin` in the dustMillion dollar portraits in my fortressof course it`s Pobloodstainin`, aeroplanin`, Four-Hundred horses slowPlatinum cable, round table, so all the bosses knowI`m takin` over `cause they coke got too much bakin` sodathey say money ain`t everythingyou fuckin` right nigga, it`s the only thingin God we trust, the Holy thingI look into my enemy`s eye let `em know you play fly you go out Kennedy style.Chorus 2x