Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Puff Daddy
Puff Daddy
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill Conti
Bill Conti
Songwriter
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
Jason Phillips
Jason Phillips
Songwriter
Steven Jordan
Steven Jordan
Songwriter
Sean "Puffy" Combs
Sean "Puffy" Combs
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Producer
Lane Craven
Lane Craven
Mixing Engineer
Stevie J.
Stevie J.
Producer
Doug Wilson
Doug Wilson
Recording Engineer
John Meredith
John Meredith
Assistant Recording Engineer
John Eaton
John Eaton
Recording Engineer
Lorrenn Argumedes
Lorrenn Argumedes
Assistant Recording Engineer
Stephen Dent
Stephen Dent
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
One
One, two
Check me out right here, yo
[Verse 2]
Yo, the sun don't shine forever
But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together
Better now than never, business before pleasure
P. Diddy in the fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah, right, no matter what, we air tight
So when you hear some'em, make sure you hear it right
Don't make a **** outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin', what are you provin'?
[Verse 3]
You know that I'm two levels above you, baby
Hug me, baby, I'ma make you love me, baby
Talkin' crazy, ain't gon' get you nothin' but choked
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, you rankin' up plaques
[Verse 4]
Uh, in the commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em
He don't like me, hit 'em while wifey was with 'em
You heard of us, for the murderous, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of ****, they say my killing's too blatant
You hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin'
Duct tapin', your fam destiny lays in my hands
Got lays in my waist
Francis, M to the Iz-H phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I could buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I could pimp a few ****
Excellence is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a **** bent real quick
Real sick, raw nights, I perform like Mike
Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
Action, ****, 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 **** ain't killin' ****
Oops, Cristal keep spillin' ****, you over did 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, tryna make dough like Jurassic Park did
Quick to spark kids who start ****
See me, only me the underboss of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank White
[Verse 5]
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 **** on
I never lose the passion to go platinum
Said I'd live it up tell 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 C.D.
The billboard killer, whole team iller
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 might be
[Verse 6]
We got this **** mapped tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
The heaters in the two-seaters with two miras
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 **** connect
No respect, squeeze off tell all y'all diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes until we finish
Then it's to 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
**** step up, we just macin' them, placin' them
In funerals, criminals turn the vials
The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy
Business wise, I play men
Hide money of the Island Cayman
Y'all just portray men, we spray men, opposition, competition
Another day in the life of the Commission
Written by: Bill Conti, Christopher Wallace, Jason Phillips, Sean Combs, Steven Jordan, T. Smith
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