text: One, one two
  Check me out right here yo
  Yo, the sun dont shine forever
  You can turn the track up a little bit for me
  But as long as its here then we might as well shine together
  All up in my ears
  Better now than never, business before pleasure
  The mic is loud, but the beats isnt loud
  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
  Dont make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
  YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the mics up
  Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
  Turn that shit all the way up, yeah
  You know that Im two levels above you baby
  Musics gettin louder
  Hug me baby, Ima make you love me baby
  This shit is hot!
  Talkin crazy, aint gon get you nuthin but choked
  Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
  And that jealousy is only gonna leave you broke
  So the only thing left now is God for these cats
  And BIG you know you too hard for these cats
  Ima win cause Im too smart for these cats
  While they makin up facts you rakin up plaques
  In the commission, you ask for permission to hit em
  He dont like me, hit him while wifey was with him
  You heard of us, the murderous, most shady
  Been on the low lately, the Feds hate me
  The son of , they say my killings too blatant
  You hesitatin, Im in your mama crib waitin
  Duct tapin, your fam destiny
  Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
  Francis, M to the izz-H phenomenal
  Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
  Rhyme a few bars so I could buy a few cars
  And I kick a few flows so I could 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 Im, 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, yall faggots aint killin shit
  Oops Cristal keep spillin shit; you overdid it holmes
  You in the danger zone, you shouldnt 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
  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? Where my niggas is at?
  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?
  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? Where my niggas is at?
  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?
  Put your money on the table and get your math on
  Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on
  See you later Dog, Ima get my stash on
  Theres a bed full of money that I get my ass on
  I never lose the passion to go platinum
  Said Id live it up til all the cash gone
  Aint that funny, only use plastic, craft it
  To make classics, hotter than acid
  P-D, rollin on your tape or CD
  The Billboard killa, no team illa
  The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel
  We been hot for a long time burnin like a candle
  What you can do is check your distribution
  My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced em
  You aint gotta like me, you just mad
  Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be
  We got the shit mapped tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
  The heaters in the two-seaters, with two miras
  Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
  P. Diddy run the city, show no pity
  Im the witty one, Franks the crook from the Brook
  Mad he broke the neck of your coke connect
  No respect squeeze off til all yall diminish
  Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish
  Venice took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
  Break bread, with the Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch
  Black Rob joined the Mob, it aint no replacin him
  Niggas step up, we just macin them, placin them
  In fune-rals, criminals turned aroused
  To Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy
  Business wise, I play men
  Hide money on the Island Cayman
  Yall just betray men, we spray men, I position competition
  Another day in the life of the commission
  We got the real live shit from front to back
  To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?
  Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?
  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?
  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? Where my niggas is at?
  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?
  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? Where my niggas is at?
  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?
  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? Where my niggas is at?
  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?
  Ayo, can you hear me out there?
  Ayo turn me up, nobody can hear me out there
  Thats good, its all fucked up now
  Yall know its all fucked up now right?
  What the fuck Ima do now?
  What Ima do now?
  Can yall hear me out there?
  We got the real live shit!!
  Can yall hear me out there?
  Fuck yall niggas wanna do
  Its all fucked up now.. what Ima do now, huh?
  What Ima do now? Its all fucked up now