P. Diddy - Victory 2004 Lyrics
[P. Diddy]10 years...Yo the sun don't shine forever but as long as its here then we might as well shine togeherBetter now than never business before pleasureP-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?Yeah right, no matter what, we air tightSo when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it rightDon't make a ass outta yourself, by assuminMy music keeps you movin, what are you provin?You know that I'm two levels above you babyHug me baby, I'ma make you love me babyIt's ten years and we still runnin this mother*****er[P. Diddy]Yeah![B.I.G.]One[P. Diddy]As we procede to give you what you need![B.I.G.]One...Two![P. Diddy]It's all *****ed up now![50 Cent]Yo![P. Diddy]What the ***** yaw gonna do now?[50 Cent]Yo, we can't stay alive foreverSo if shit hit the fan then we might as well die togetherI'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddarG-Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta'sYea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have itRegardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab itDon't make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop meI'm *****y, raps rocky, nigga you sloppyYou know that I'm, 8 levels above you niggaI'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly niggaI'm the wrong one to provokeAnd rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you smokeSo the only thing left now is toast for these cowradsI got no friends, ***** most of these cowardsThey pop shit 'till we start approaching these cowardsWhile we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers[B.I.G.]In The Commision, you ask for permission to hit emHe don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit emYou heard of us, the murderers, most shadyBeen on the low lately, the feds hate meThe son of Satan, they say my killin's too blatantYou hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitinDuct tapin, your fam destinyLays in my hands, gat lays in my waistFrancis, M to the iz-H phenominalGun rest under your vest by the abdominalRhyme a few bars so I can buy a few carsAnd I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoesExcellence is my presence, never tenseNever hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quickReal sick, brawl nights, I perform like MikeAnyone -- Tyson, Jordan, JacksonAction, pack guns, ridiculousAnd I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touchKids or girl you touch, in this world I clutchTwo auto-matoes, used to call me fatsoNow you call me Castro, my rap flowsMilitant, y'all faggots ain't killin shitOoops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homesYou in the danger zone, you shouldn't be aloneHold hands and say it like meThe most shady, Frankie baby, fantasticGraphic, tryin to make dough, like JurassicPark did quick to spark kids who start shitSee me, only meThe Underboss of this holocaustTruly yours, Frank White[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]We got the real live shit from front to backTo my niggas in the world, where the ***** you at?Where my niggas is at? [2X]Where the ***** my *****es at?Where my *****es is at?[P. Diddy]You know it can't stay dark for longThey say its darkest before the dawnCars before the stormI'm happy makes a bethus now preaching the songI can see B.I. rocking the Sean John yeah rightThis is for life afters like B.I. Frank WhiteYo Bad Boy for lifeNo matter what the public say we gon proveThere aint another MC who could feel ya shoesCuz Biggie Smalls is the illestRealest my stones and killas got homes and villasOverseas and what was me I find outWho found out other MCs been tryin to find ya routeThis illman MC used to be on other shitTook home "Life after Death" and they studied itListened to the double diskNow they all spit like they all legitFrank tell how we did![B.I.G.]We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlightsThe heaters in the two-seaters, with two midasSenoritas, kiss rings when you meet usP-Diddy run the city, show no pityI'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'Matty broke the neck of your coke connectNo respect squeeze off til all y'all diminishShootouts for twenty minutes, until we finishVenice took the loot, escaped, in the CoupeBreak bread, with the kiss, Peniro, sheek loopsBlack Rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin himNiggaz step up, we just macin themPlacin them in funerals, criminals turned arousedThe Brick City, nobody come off like P-DiddyBusinesswise, I play menHide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray menYou screamin, I position, competitionNother day in the life of the Comission[Lloyd Banks]I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reeferAnd who flip when I call a ***** like she Queen LatifahNot all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeperThis shit can get uglier than the Master P sneakerWe slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckusSoon as spring break ho's home from college wanna ***** usI ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckasI'll sick rottweiler's on you *****as, cops followin to cuff usTop dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zerosWhen it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aeroI'ma break before I lay floor burriedBesides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't burberryYou can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screenYou changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boyI know to watch botherin ya visionYou reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religionWhy party wit a pigeon?I'm blowin a 10 cuz Bush handin flyers for a party in a prisonI'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red strapsI'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig MackNow every morning's a fast startAnd there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmarkRun, when we startin a waveAnd leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggsI'm the young pimp pardon my ageI don't got long hair but if I did she be partin my braidsNiggas find what club they atTake 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway macGet advances from grey AcuraSee these record labels got most artists gettin *****ed like the gay rappa'I go the college on the tourI'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and ShakurI keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawerCamera's by the hamper that mine into the floorBy now, you probably heard of meFresh outta surgery, flashy as a *****, you gon' have to murder meBurglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendyYou match now, back downNiggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappearCatch me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishing gearHeavy when I toke, C notes from different yearsBesly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairsYou ain't rich, but we glad to snatch yaI send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatchaYou better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to driveYou ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersizedIt's a damn shame y'all still localI'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocalsNigga[Chorus (x3): Busta Rhymes]>We got the real live shit from front to backTo my niggas in the world, where the ***** you at?Where my niggas is at? [2X]Where the ***** my *****es at?Where my *****es is at?[Busta Rhymes]Who got the real live shit!***** yaw niggas wanna do?
