Diddy - Victory 2004 lyrics

Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros I'll sick rottweiler's on you f**as, cops followin to cuff us I ain't here to drop knowledge on you s**as So the spring break hoes home from college wanna f** us We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus This sh** can get uglier than the Master P sneaker Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper And who flip when I call a b**h like she Queen Latifah I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer [Lloyd Banks] Nother day in the life of the Comission You screamin, I position, competition Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men Businesswise, I play men The Brick City, nobody come off like P-Diddy Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused n***az step up, we just macin them Black Rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him Break bread, with the kiss, Peniro, sheek loops Venice took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish No respect squeeze off til all y'all diminish Matty broke the neck of your coke connect I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook' P-Diddy run the city, show no pity Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us The heaters in the two-seaters, with two midas We got the sh**, Mac tight, bra** knuckles and flashlights [B.I.G.] Frank tell how we did! Now they all spit like they all legit Listened to the double disk Took home "Life after d**h" and they studied it This illman MC used to be on other sh** Who found out other MCs been tryin to find ya route Overseas and what was me I find out Realest my stones the chillest got homes and villas Cuz Biggie Smalls is the illest There aint another MC who could fill ya shoes No matter what the public say we gon prove Yo Bad Boy for life This is for life afters like B.I. Frank White I can see B.I. rocking the Sean John yeah right I'm happy makes a bethus now preaching the song Comes before the storm They say its darkest before the dawn You know it can't stay dark for long [P. Diddy] Where my b**hes is at? Where the f** my b**hes at? Where my n***as is at? [2X] To my n***as in the world, where the f** you at? We got the real live sh** from front to back [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Truly yours, Frank White The Underboss of this holocaust See me, only me Park did quick to spark kids who start sh** Graphic, tryin to make dough, like Jura**ic The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic Hold hands and say it like me You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone Ooops Cristal keep spillin sh**, you overdid it homes Militant, y'all f*ggots ain't k**in sh** Now you call me Castro, my rap flows Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch Action, pack guns, ridiculous Anyone -- Ty-son, Jor-dan, Jack-son Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike Never hesitant, leave a n***a bent real quick Excellence is my presence, never tense And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes Gram a few bars so I can buy a few cars Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist Duct tapin, your fam destiny You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin The son of Satan, they say my k**in's too blatant Been on the low lately, the feds hate me You heard of us, the murderers, most shady He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit em [B.I.G.] In The Commision, you ask for permission to hit em While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers They pop sh** 'till we start approaching these cowards I got no friends, f** most of these cowards So the only thing left now is toast for these cowrads And rattin on n***as is only gon' leave you smoke I'm the wrong one to provoke I'll plug you n***a, I never heard of you n***a, ugly n***a You know that I'm, 8 levels above you n***a I'm co*ky, raps rocky, n***a you sloppy Don't make a a** outta yaself tryin to stop me Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Yea f*ggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it G-Unit move around wit them pounds and barretas I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar So if sh** hit the fan then we might as well die together Yo, we can't stay alive forever [50 Cent] [P. Diddy] What the f** yaw gonna do now? [50 Cent] Yo! It's all f**ed up now! [P. Diddy] One...Two! [B.I.G.] [P. Diddy] As we procede to give you what you need! [B.I.G.] One Yeah! [P. Diddy] It's ten years and we still runnin this motherf**er Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby You know that I'm two levels above you baby My music keeps you movin, what are you provin? Don't make a a** outta yourself, by a**umin So when you hear a song, make sure you hear it right Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Better now than never business before pleasure Yo the sun don't shine forever but as long as its here then we might as well shine togeher 10 years... [P. Diddy] When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero I'ma break before I lay floor burried Besides, every rapper ain't a star, n***a plad ain't burberry You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy I know to watch botherin ya vision You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion Why party wit a pigeon? I'm blowin a 10 cuz Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps I'm the last rapper to scare n***as since Craig Mack Now every morning's a fast start And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark Run, when we startin a wave And leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs I'm the young pimp pardon my age I don't got long hair but if I did she be partin my braids n***as find what club they at Take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac Get advances from grey Acura See these record labels got most artists gettin f**ed like the gay rappa' I go the college on the tour I'm goin down in history n***a, next to Wallace and Shakur I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor By now, you probably heard of me Fresh outta surgery, flashy as a f**, you gon' have to murder me Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy You match now, back down n***as love to hate you, but love you when you disappear Catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishing gear Heavy when I toke, C notes from different years Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha You better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive You ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized It's a damn shame y'all still local I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals n***a [Chorus (x3): Busta Rhymes] >We got the real live sh** from front to back To my n***as in the world, where the f** you at? Where my n***as is at? [2X] Where the f** my b**hes at? Where my b**hes is at? [Busta Rhymes] Who got the real live sh**! f** yaw n***as wanna do?