Commission Lyrics by Shyne

Commission Lyrics

    [verse 1]
    From cuttin' solid purico to stack fritos
    Went from grams to kilos
    Mac in one hand, in the other hand grands and c-notes
    Game got my eyes wider than a 430 buggy
    No tellin' what the fuck i'll do for this money
    Stay posted up close with killers and cut throats
    The thoroughest bitches who in they pussy stuff coke
    As i cook and cut coke with the bakin' soda arm and hammer
    Palmin' hammers
    Think you crazy? nigga, my clique's bananas
    Takin' over with the mafia
    Hittin' niggas for they bricks like gracias
    The 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 stopped
    Makin' guns after they made yours
    I'm sponsored by the nra, doa rules
    Grin and stand over your coffin like "hey you!"
    Tell the devil i'm comin', keep it hot
    For now i got my eyes on a billboard spot
    Don't stop.

    [chorus 2x]
    Die for it
    Take the stand, lie for it
    Blow trial, get up in the chair and fry for it
    Never tellin' or snitchin'
    Rather swim with the fish'n
    Mothafucka 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 me
    Buy ya can't talk to feds or dick r.i.d.
    It's a cold world baby boy, fuck it, i'm colder
    Animals on my back keep my warm, my armor
    Frank lucas persona, warmin' coke up in the sauna
    Let me warn ya, trip against my team you's a goner
    Infact it's drastic
    A couple million in the mattress
    With a safe dick i say fuck taxes
    Rather endulge in duct tape pig tie tactics
    Crime pays
    Nigga, nine-hundred and ninety-nine ways
    My destiny's vague, will i survive or blow trial?
    Lay shot up, puff cryin' in denial
    While my enemies smile, buried in style
    Gucci suits and cufflings
    Sneakin' drugs through heavens customs.

    [chorus]

    [verse 3]
    Pop pop pop! warning shot, who's to blame
    Shyne mothafucka, don't forget the name
    Stretch the caine, to cop the house and the plane
    'till my massacre, slain
    Brains hang from the window of my range
    Fuck the feds, 2 green and one red
    Firm tight, hold the dice in this game of life
    Aces suffice
    Paper's a must
    Fallen angels and angel dust
    My team do dirt to avoid layin' in the dust
    Million dollar portraits in my fortress
    Of course it's po
    Bloodstainin', aeroplanin', four-hundred horses slow
    Platinum cable, round table, so all the bosses know
    I'm takin' over
    'cause they coke got too much bakin' soda
    They say money ain't everything
    You fuckin' right nigga, it's the only thing
    In god we trust, the holy thing
    I look into my enemy's eye
    Let 'em know you play fly you go out kennedy style.

    Chorus 2x

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