Commission Lyrics - Shyne - Shyne

[Verse 1] 

From cuttin' solid Purico to stack Fritos 

went from grams to kilos 

Mac in one hand, in the other hand grands and see-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