Commission lyrics

Artist  : Shyne 
Song : Commission



 Send "Commission" Ringtone to your Cell 

 

[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