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P. Diddy f Notorious B.I.G., Busta Rhyme

Victory 2004 (Album Version)

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[P. Diddy - talking]Ten yearsYo the sun don`t shine foreverBut as long as it`s here then we might as well shine togetherBetter now than never, business before pleasureP. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?Yeah right, no matter what, we air tightAnd 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 motherfucker[P. Diddy] + (Notorious B.I.G.)Yeah! (one)As we proceed to give you what you need(One, two...)It`s all fucked up nowWhat the fuck y`all gonna do now?[50 Cent] + (P. Diddy)Yo, yo, we can`t stay alive forever (yeah)So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die togetherI`m high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)G-Unit move around with them pounds and berretas (uh)Yeah 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 yourself tryna stop meI`m cocky, rap`s "Rocky", nigga you sloppyYou know that I`m eight levels above you niggaI`ll plug you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga(what y`all gonna do now?)I`m the wrong one to provokeAnd rattin on niggaz is only gon` leave you smokeSo the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that`s right)I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (that`s right)They pop shit `til we start approachin these cowardsWhile we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers[Notorious B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy)In the Comission, you ask for permission to hit `emHe don`t like me, hit him while wifey was with himYou heard of us, the murderous, most shadyBeen on the low lately, the feds hate meThe son of Satan, they say my killing`s too blatantYou hesitatin, I`m in your mama crib waitinDuct tapin, your fam destinylays in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah)Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal (uh huh)Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah)Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh)And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes (let`s go)Excellence is my presence, never tenseNever hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quickReal sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (c`mon)Anyone - Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh huh, yeah)action, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)And I`m quick to bust, if my ends you touch (uh huh)Kids or girl you touch (say what?), in this world I clutch (c`mon)Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso (used to call me fatso)Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)Militant, y`all faggots ain`t killin shitOops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes (yeah)You in the danger zone, you shouldn`t be aloneHold hands and say it like meThe most shady (most shady), Frankie baby (Frankie baby), fantasticGraphic, tryin to make dough, like "Jurassic""Park" did, quick to spark kids who start shit (c`mon, say what?)See me, only me (yeah, I see you)The Underboss of this holocaust (let`s go)Truly yours, Frank White[Chorus - Busta Rhymes] - w/ ad libs from P. DiddyWe got the real live shit from front to backTo 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?[P. Diddy]Aiyyo, it can`t stay dark for long (can`t stay dark for long)They say its darkest before the dawnCalms before the storm (c`mon)I`m happy Mason Betha`s now preachin the Psalms (I see you Mase)And I can see B.I. rockin the Sean John (let`s go Big)Yeah right, this is what "Life`s After`s" likeB.I. Frank White, your "Bad Boy For Life"No matter what the public say we gon` proveIt ain`t another MC that could fill ya shoesCause Biggie Smalls is the illestRealest my stones the chillest, got homes and villasOverseas and what was me, I found outother MC`s been tryin to find ya route (haha)It`s ill when MC`s used to be on other shit (yeah, c`mon)Took home "Life after Death" and they studied it (that`s right)Listened to the double disc (yeah)Now they all spit, like they all legit (c`mon)Frank tell how we did it, go[Notorious B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy)We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights (yeah, c`mon)The heaters in the two-seaters, with two midas (uh huh, yeah)Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet usP. Diddy run the city, show no pity (that`s my name)I`m the witty one (yeah), Frank`s the crook from the Brook` (c`mon)Matty broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)No respect squeeze off `til all y`all diminish (uh huh)Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish (take that)Venice took the loot, escaped, in the CoupeBreak bread, with the `Kiss, Peniro, Sheek LouchBlack Rob joined the Mob, it ain`t no replacin him (Black Rob, I see you)Niggaz step up, with just Mase and `em (yeah)Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)Business wise, I play menHide money on the Island Cayman (c`mon), y`all just betray men (yeah)You screamin, I position, competitionAnother day in the life of the Comission[P. Diddy]Oh it ain`t over, aiyyo Banks talk to `em[Lloyd Banks] + (P. Diddy)I got a industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh huh)And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah (haha)Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the streetsweeper (yeah)This shit gon` get uglier than the Master P sneakerI`m slidin through the Ruckers, with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)So the spring break hoes, home from college wanna fuck us (ha)I ain`t here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)I`ll sick rottweiler`s on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin to cuff usTop dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zerosWhen it comes to paper I blow the soul outta hero (uh huh)I`ma break `fore I lay on the floor buriedbesides, every rapper ain`t a star, and every plaid ain`t Burberry (uh huh)You can`t tame Lloyd, I`m smokin by the big screen (yeah)And changin the channel looks like I`m playin the game boy (woo)I know the watch botherin ya visionBut reach and I`ll put a dot on ya head like it`s part of ya religion (yeah)[Chorus] - 4X[P. Diddy - talking over Chorus]YeahWhere you at?Where you at?Where you at?Where you at?I told y`all, ten years from now we`ll still be on topWe`ve just begunThank you ... thank youB.I.G. foreverBad Boy babyYou know the rest[Busta Rhymes]Fuck y`all niggaz wanna do?

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