P. Diddy - Victory 2004 lyrics

[P.Diddy] 10 years 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 a** outta yourself, by a**umin My music keeps you movin, what are you provin? You know that I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby [P.Diddy](Biggie) It's 10 years and we still runnin this motherf**er - yeah! (one) As we proceed to give you what you need (one two) it's all f**ed up now what the f** yall gon do now [50 Cent] Yo Yo we can't stay alive forever So if sh** hit the fan then we might as well die together I'm high as ever - more hoes and mo cheddar G-Unit move around with them pounds and berettas yeah f*ggot, if I want it i'm gon have it regardless if its handed to me or i gotta grab it Don't make a a** outta yaself tryin to stop me I'm co*ky, rap's Rocky, n***a you sloppy You know that i'm 8 levels above you n***a I plug you n***a I never heard of you n***a, ugly n***a I'm the wrong one to provoke n rattin on n***as is only gon leave ya smoked so the only thing left now is toast for these cowards I got no friends, f** most of these cowards They pop sh** til we start approachin these cowards while we lay around dollas, they lay around flowas [Biggie] In a Commision, you ask for permission to hit em He don't like me, hit 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 satan They say my k**in'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 phenominal 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 n***a 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 f*ggots ain't k**in sh** Ooops Cristal keep spillin sh**, 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 Jura**ic Parked in quick to spark kids who start sh** See me, only me The Underboss of this holocaust Truly yours, Frank White Chorus: [Busta Rhymes] We got the real live sh** from front to back To my people in the world, where the f** you at? Where my n***az is at? (2X) Where the f** my b**hes at? Where my b**hes is at? [P.Diddy] (over chorus: Hey yo, I got somethin new I wanna say, check this out Hey Yo it can't stay dark for long They say it's darkest before the dawn Calm's before the storm I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin the psalms And I can see B-I rockin the Sean John Yeah right, this is what life after's like B-I Frank white, you're Bad Boy For Life No matter what the public say we gon prove it aint another emcee that can fill ya shoes cuz biggie smalls is the illest, realist my stones the chillaz, got homes n villas Overseas and woe is me I found out Other emcees been tryin ta find ya route it's ill when emcees used ta be on other sh** took home life after d**h and they studied it listened to the double disc now they all spit - like they all legit frank tell em how we hit [Biggie] We got the sh**, Mac tight, bra** knuckles and flashlights The heat-as in the two-seat-as, with two midas Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us P-Diddy run the city, show no pity I'm the witty one, Frank 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 loops Black Rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him n***az 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, Our position, competition Nother day in the life of the Comission [P. Diddy] Oh it ain't over, aiyyo Banks talk to 'em [Lloyd Banks] I got a industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer And flip when I call her b**h like she Queen Latifah Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the streetsweeper This sh** gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker I'm slidin through the Ruckers, with Prada on the Chuckers So the spring break hoes, home from college wanna f** us I ain't here to drop knowledge on you s**ers I'll sick rottweiler's on you f**ers, cops followin to cuff us Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros When it comes to paper I blow the soul outta hero I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smokin by the big screen And changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy I know the watch botherin ya vision But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like it's part of ya religion [Chorus]