One, one two Check me out right here yo Yo, the sun don't shine forever (You can turn the track up a little bit for me) But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together (All up in my ears) Better now than never, business before pleasure (The mic is loud, but the beats isn't loud) P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight (YEAH!) So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin (YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the mics up) Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin? (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah) You know that I'm two levels above you baby (Music's gettin louder) Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby (This shit is hot!) Talkin crazy ain't gonna get you nuthin but choked (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) And that jealousy is only gonna leave you broke So the only thing left now is God for these cats And BIG you know you too hard for these cats I'ma win cause I'm too smart for these cats While they makin up facts (uhh) you rakin up plats In The Commision, you ask for permission to hit em He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit em You heard of us, the murderers, 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 And 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, brawl 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-matoes, 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 We got the real live shit from front to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? We got the real live shit from front to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? Put your money on the table and get your math on Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on See you later Dog, I'ma get my stash on There's a bed full of money that I get my ass on I never lose the passion to go platinum Said I'd live it up til all the cash gone Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it To make classics, hotter than acid P-D, rollin on your tape or CD The girl-boy killa, no team illa The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel We been hot for a long time burnin like a candle What you can do is check your distribution My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced em You ain't gotta like me, you just mad Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be 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's the crook from the Brook' Matty broke the neck of your coke connect No respect squeeze off til 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 Louch Black Rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him Niggaz step up, with just Mase and 'em Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused The Brick City, nobody come off like P-Diddy Business wise, I play men Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men You screamin, I position, competition Nother day in the life of the Comission We got the real live shit from front to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? We got the real live shit from front to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? Aiyyo, can you hear me out there? Aiyyo turn me up, nobody can hear me out there That's good, it's all fucked up now Y'all know it's all fucked up now right? What the fuck I'ma do now? What I'ma do now? Can y'all hear me out there? Can y'all hear me out there? Fuck y'all niggaz wanna do It's all fucked up now What I'ma do now, huh? What I'ma do now It's all fucked up now
I ran across one of your tracks last night in was like damn dude did his thang!!! I wanna shoot you an idea, for the fans of the show Empire, u should do one of there song! Just a suggestions, but anyways keep chopping them boys up!!!
dope shit. Would you chop Two Presidents by Kendrick Lamar & YG? It's a dope song give it some thought, sure to be a banger. Maybe some Curren$y, some Doughboyz Cashout chopped and screwed would be dope af.. Pusha T - Nosetalgia would come out nice. but ye you go hard bro keep at ittt
Here in 2023
This Makes Me Feel Like A Powerful King Sitting On My Thrown Feeling Untouchable 🧎🏾🌌
This why I fuck with screwed music I never noticed biggie shouted out my City... Brick City aka Newark NJ #RIPBiggie
One of my Biggies favorites now chopped not slopped ....Hell yeah
Am too hard for these cats and am win cause am way too smart for these fucking cats man am ten steps ahead of them they just don’t even know that bro
Jealously will just leave you fucking broke
Excellent chop again my guy.
I thawt I would never hear dis chopped up and not slopped up WOW Slim K strikes again
One, one two
Check me out right here yo
Yo, the sun don't shine forever
(You can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together
(All up in my ears)
Better now than never, business before pleasure
(The mic is loud, but the beats isn't loud)
P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
(YEAH!)
So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
(YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the mics up)
Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
(Turn that shit all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
(Music's gettin louder)
Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby
(This shit is hot!)
Talkin crazy ain't gonna get you nuthin but choked
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
And that jealousy is only gonna leave you broke
So the only thing left now is God for these cats
And BIG you know you too hard for these cats
I'ma win cause I'm too smart for these cats
While they makin up facts (uhh) you rakin up plats
In The Commision, you ask for permission to hit em
He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit em
You heard of us, the murderers, 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
And 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, brawl 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-matoes, 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
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?
Put your money on the table and get your math on
Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on
See you later Dog, I'ma get my stash on
There's a bed full of money that I get my ass on
I never lose the passion to go platinum
Said I'd live it up til all the cash gone
Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it
To make classics, hotter than acid
P-D, rollin on your tape or CD
The girl-boy killa, no team illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel
We been hot for a long time burnin like a candle
What you can do is check your distribution
My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced em
You ain't gotta like me, you just mad
Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be
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's the crook from the Brook'
Matty broke the neck of your coke connect
No respect squeeze off til 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 Louch
Black Rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him
Niggaz step up, with just Mase and 'em
Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused
The Brick City, nobody come off like P-Diddy
Business wise, I play men
Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men
You screamin, I position, competition
Nother day in the life of the Comission
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?
Aiyyo, can you hear me out there?
Aiyyo turn me up, nobody can hear me out there
That's good, it's all fucked up now
Y'all know it's all fucked up now right?
What the fuck I'ma do now?
What I'ma do now?
Can y'all hear me out there?
Can y'all hear me out there?
Fuck y'all niggaz wanna do
It's all fucked up now
What I'ma do now, huh?
What I'ma do now
It's all fucked up now
I fucks with this for real son.
Respect
CHOP that EMPIRE album!
Slim loving everything you do on the chop front, bro! Keep up the good work! Have you ever thought about doing the song 24 hours to live?
I ran across one of your tracks last night in was like damn dude did his thang!!! I wanna shoot you an idea, for the fans of the show Empire, u should do one of there song! Just a suggestions, but anyways keep chopping them boys up!!!
fuckin epic... slimK been slaying
I got kicked out of the gym after listening to this
CHOP THROW SOME MORE PLS
Shid
Mad he broke the neck of your coke connect
Speed 1.5 👌👌👌
Slim K Slowdowns
Can you please C&S indie by a$ap rocky?
Do DMX ruff Ryder mayyn
dope shit. Would you chop Two Presidents by Kendrick Lamar & YG? It's a dope song give it some thought, sure to be a banger. Maybe some Curren$y, some Doughboyz Cashout chopped and screwed would be dope af.. Pusha T - Nosetalgia would come out nice.
but ye you go hard bro keep at ittt
2018
reppin screw since 95 Texas tatted on my arm .com
Nastiest....ewwww. strait rona.