[P.Diddy] Yo the sun don't shine forever But as long as it's here then we might aswell shine together 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 And when you hear something, make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' My 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 running this motherfucker!) (As we proceed to give you what you need!) (It's all fucked up now what you gonna do now?)
[50 Cent] We can't stay alive forever So if shit hit the fan then we might aswell die together Im high as ever, more hoes and more chedder G-unit move around with them pounds and berettas Yeah fagget, if i want it, im gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or i'll let 'em have it Don't make an ass out of yourself trying to stop me Im cocky, raps "Rocky", nigga you sloppy You know that im eight levels above you nigga I'll plug you nigga I never heard of you nigga It's ugly nigga Im the wrong one to provoke And rattin' on niggas is only gon' leave you smoke So the only thing left now is toast for these cowards I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards They pop shit 'till we started 'pproaching these cowards While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers
[Notorious B.I.G.] In The Commision, you ask for permission to hit 'em He don't 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 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 When 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, wrong 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-matos, 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
[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? Where my niggas is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?
[P.Diddy] (Yo i got something new i wanna say check this out) Ya heard it can't stay dark for long They say dark it is before the dawn Calms before the storm Im happy Mason bethas now preachin songs I can see B.I. ropin' in Sean John Yeah, get it right, this is what life afters like B.I., Frank White, ya Bad Boy for life No Matter what the public say, we gon' prove There ain't another Mc that can fill ya shoes, Cus Biggie Smalls is the illest, realest My stones the chillest Got arms in Dealers Overseas, it wasn't me, I found out Other Mc's been trying to find ya ralph But it's ill when Mc's used to be on other shit Took home "Life After Death" and they studied it Listen to the double disc, now they all spit like they all legit Frank tell 'em how we get, uhh
[Notorious B.I.G.] We got the shit, mac tight, brass-knuckles and flashlights The heaters in the two-seaters with two midas Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us P. Diddy run the city, show no pity I'm the witty one, Frank the crook from the brook Matty broke the neck of your coke connect No respect squeeze off 'till all y'all diminish Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish Venice took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Luc' Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacin' him Niggas step up, with just Mase and 'em placin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused To Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy Business wise, I play men Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men We spray men, I position, competition Another day in the life, of the Comission
[P.Diddy] (Yo it ain't over, Banks talk to 'em)
[Lloyd Banks] I got a an answer, it's gangsterous it argues and steams the reefa And flip when i call her bitch like she "Queen Latifah" And all the vehicles is long enough to stash the streetsweeper This shit can get uglier than the master piece nigga Thats why i threw the ruckus, but prowl on the tuckus So the spring break hoes home from collage wanna fuck us I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers I'll sic' rockwilders on you fuckers Cops follow on to cuff us, top dollars to discuss this whole lotta zero's when it comes to paper I'll blow the soul outta hero Ima break 'fore i lay in the floor Bury the sides, every rapper ain't a star, every plaid ain't borbury You can't tame Lloyd, who smoke up out the big screen to change over channel Looks like im Playing a "Game Boy" I know the white bars are in your vision I'll put a red dot on ya head like it's part of your religion
[Busta Rhymes][x4] 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?