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OK you wanna go to war with me
I take you to war
I told you I don't kill no mothafking kid
Look at you now you stupid fk you stupid fk.
Chorus (2x):
I done seen so many souls deceased
That's why I ride with alot of killers with me
Master P:
The Last Don be my name I feel I'm trapped in the game
Alot of s**t done changed to protect the guilty in the dope game
Such as getting paid nigg* turning to the feds nigg*
Its a risky business the mob putting hearts as* in beds nigg*
And homies going sour take 'em to the pen and they cowards
I'm not Scarface, but after the money and the power
And ask yourself who's the realest nigg* you know
And if you ask me it be some out the Calliope
Like Glenn Miss, Sam Scuddy, Pee-Wee
L. Broadnax, Slim some dead some in jail g
Cause this game is so real
And hustle like the Last Don 'til they get killed
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Chorus (4x)
The Commision #1:
Syndicated crime at its finest, started off dimeless
I bless the mic device and now my ice got you blinded
I stone the liquor so thing this s**t is a gimmick
The Last Don and The Commission T-S-O click and No Limit
From start to finish for this paper look I'm all in it
Rules in the game I bent in in a tank that can't be dented
Drama we always in it cause many be Ph'n
Mad that's why they busting they as* we on vacation
The unexpected done happened nigg* we blowing up
Soundtracks and platinum plats whoa there ain't no holding us
Give a fk if ya like me care less if you don't
b*tch respect the flame in the tank making this b*tch jump
Chorus (4x)
The Commision #2:
The s**t about to slow we living
Like malt liquors in and out of court
The Commission on a money making position a team of street smart
Living this triple beam dream
Godfather bless a nigg* with weight
Now we havin' ok receiving shipments in by the crates
Its that organized goodguy goodfella s**t
The other level living like better s**t
They crime family can barely ride hustling to gather s**t
Ain't nobody seperates Spiral and No Limit
The Last Don and the Commission in this money making position
The Commision #3:
I put 4-5 slugs in neck respect anothe casualty
I live my life jaggedly and carry myself savagely
Boy ya'll ain't fking with no run of the mill hoss
We kill We kill as a little nigg* by my waist under my Hilfigger
I'm trying to make a multimillion come up before I'm dead
A twisted No Limit wanted soldiers so holler when ya listening
I put it on these dreads in my head the Commission can't be faded
With the Last Don in my corner its a sign the nigg* made it
Chorus (2x)