Puff Daddy - 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 togeher 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 It's ten years and we still runnin this motherf**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 f**ed up now! [50 Cent] Yo! [P. Diddy] What the f** yaw gonna do now? [50 Cent] 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 more cheddar G-Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta's Yea f*ggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make a a** outta yaself tryin to stop me I'm co*ky, raps rocky, n***a you sloppy You know that I'm, 8 levels above you n***a I'll club you n***a, I never heard of you n***a, ugly n***a I'm the wrong one to provoke And rattin on n***as is only gon' leave you smoke So the only thing left now is toast for these cowrads I got no friends, f** most of these cowards They pop sh** 'till we start approaching these cowards While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers [B.I.G.] In The Commision, you ask for permission to hit em He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit em You heard of us, the murderers, 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 Park did 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 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? [P. Diddy] You know it can't stay dark for long They say it's darkest before the dawn Cars before the storm I'm happy makes a bethus now preaching the song I can see B.I. rocking the Sean John yeah right This is for life afters like B.I. Frank White Yo Bad Boy for life No matter what the public say we gon prove There ain't another MC who could feel ya shoes Cuz Biggie Smalls is the illest Realest my stones and k**as got homes and villas Overseas and what was me I find out Who found out other MCs been tryin to find ya route This illman MC used to be on other sh** Took home "Life after d**h" and they studied it Listened to the double disk Now they all spit like they all legit Frank tell how we did! [B.I.G.] We got the sh**, Mac tight, bra** knuckles and flashlights The heaters in 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 kiss, Peniro, sheek loops Black Rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him n***as step up, we just macin them Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused The Brick City, nobody come off like P-Diddy Businesswise, 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 [Lloyd Banks] I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer And who flip when I call a b**h like she Queen Latifah Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper This sh** can get uglier than the Master P sneaker We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna f** us I ain't here to drop knowledge on you s**as I'll sick rottweiler's on you f**as, cops followin to cuff us Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros 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 it's 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 ain't 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?