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    "Victory" Lyrics

    Puff Daddy feat. Busta Rhymes and The Notorious B.I.G.

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    Intro: Notorious B.I.G.

    One, one two
    Check me out right here ya'll

    Verse One: Puff Daddy

    Yo, the sun don't shine forever
    (BIG: 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
    (BIG: All up in my ears)
    Better now than never, business before pleasure
    (BIG: 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
    (BIG: YEAH!)
    So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right
    Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
    (BIG: YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the mics up)
    Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
    (BIG: Turn that shit all the way up, yeah)
    You know that I'm two levels above you baby
    (BIG: Music's gettin louder)
    Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby
    (BIG: This shit is hot!)
    Talkin crazy ain't gonna get you nuthin but choked
    (BIG: 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'm a wing cause I'm too smart for these cats
    While they makin up facts (uhh) you rakin up plats

    Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.

    In a Commision, dont ask for permission to hit em
    He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit em
    You heard of us, the murderous, most shady
    Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
    The Son of Sam, 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 at my waist
    Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
    Gun rest under the vest by the abdominal
    hum 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 mo shady, Frankie baby, fantastic
    Graphic, tryin to make dough, like Jurassic
    Parked in quick to spark kids who start shit
    See me, only me
    The Underboss of this holocaust
    Truly yours, Frank White

    Chorus: Busta Rhymes

    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? (2X)
    Where the fuck my bitches at?
    Where my bitches is at?
    (repeat all 2X)

    Verse Three: Puff Daddy

    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
    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

    Verse Four: Notorious B.I.G.

    We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
    The heatas n 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 kids, Peniro, sheek loops
    Black Rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him
    Niggaz step up, we just macin them
    placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused
    The Brick City, nobody come off like P-Diddy
    Business rise, 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

    Chorus 2X w/ Puff talking
    Aiyyo, can you hear me out
    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 y'all gonna
    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
    This song was last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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