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    "Victory" Lyrics

    Caribbean Pulse

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    One, one two
    Check me out right here yo

    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 and the Fam, who you know do it better?

    Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
    So when you hear somethin' make sure you hear it right
    Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
    Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
    You know that I'm two levels above you baby
    Hug me baby, I'm a 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 B.I.G. you know you too hard for these cats
    I'm a win cause I'm too smart for these cats
    While they makin' up facts (uh) you rakin' up plaques

    In The Commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em
    He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him
    You heard of us, the murderous, most shady
    Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
    The son of Satan, 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, gat 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 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-matos, used to call me fatso
    Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
    militant, y'all faggots ain't killin' shit
    Oops Crystal 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 Under-boss 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 Luc'
    Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacin' him
    Niggas 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
    Another day in the life, of the Commission

    We got the real live shit from front to back
    To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?
    Where my niggas is at?
    Where my niggas 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 niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?
    Where my niggas is at?
    Where my niggas 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 niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?
    Where my niggas is at?
    Where my niggas 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 niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?
    Where my niggas is at?
    Where my niggas is at?
    Where the fuck my bitches at?
    Where my bitches is at?

    We got the real live shit!
    Fuck y'all niggas wanna do?

    It's all fucked up now
    What I'm a do now, huh?
    What I'm a do now?
    It's all fucked up now
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Steven Jordan, Trevor Smith, Christopher Wallace, Sean Combs, Bill Conti, Jason Phillips.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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