Stevie J - Victory lyrics

[Produced by Sean Combs and Steven "Stevie J" Jordan for The Hitmen] [Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] One, one two Check me out right here yo [Verse 1: Puff Daddy & The Notorious B.I.G.] Yo, the sun don't shine forever You can turn the track up a little bit for me But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together All up in my ears Better now than never, business before pleasure The mic is loud, but the beats isn't loud P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight (YEAH!) So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make a a** outta yourself, by a**umin YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the mics up Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin? Turn that sh** all the way up, yeah You know that I'm two levels above you baby Music's gettin louder Hug me baby, I'mma make you love me baby This sh** is hot! Talkin crazy, ain't gon' get you nuthin but choked Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh And that jealousy is only gonna leave you broke So the only thing left now is God for these cats And BIG you know you too hard for these cats I'mma win cause I'm too smart for these cats While they makin up facts (uhh) you rakin up plaques [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] In The Commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him 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**ing'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 izz-H phenomenal 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, raw 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 [Hook: 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***as is at? Where my n***as is at? Where the f** my b**hes at? Where my b**hes is at? We got the real live sh** from front to back To my people in the world, where the f** you at? Where my n***as is at? Where my n***as is at? Where the f** my b**hes at? Where my b**hes is at? [Verse 3: Puff Daddy] Put your money on the table and get your math on Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on See you later Dog, I'mma get my stash on There's a bed full of money that I get my a** on I never lose the pa**ion to go platinum Said I'd live it up 'til all the cash gone Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it To make cla**ics, hotter than acid P-D, rollin on your tape or CD The Billboard k**a, no team illa The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel We been hot for a long time burnin like a candle What you can do is check your distribution My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced 'em You ain't gotta like me, you just mad Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be [Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.] We got the sh** mapped tight, bra** knuckles and flashlights The heaters in the two-seaters, with two miras 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 Then it's to the loot, escaped, in the Coupe Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch' Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacin him n***as step up, we just macin them, placin' them In funerals, criminals turn the vials To Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy Business wise, I play men Hide money on the Island Cayman Y'all just portray men, we spray men, opposition, competition Another day in the life, of the Commission [Hook: 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***as is at? Where my n***as is at? Where the f** my b**hes at? Where my b**hes is at? We got the real live sh** from front to back To my people in the world, where the f** you at? Where my n***as is at? Where my n***as is at? Where the f** my b**hes at? Where my b**hes is at? We got the real live sh** from front to back To my people in the world, where the f** you at? Where my n***as is at? Where my n***as is at? Where the f** my b**hes at? Where my b**hes is at? We got the real live sh** from front to back To my people in the world, where the f** you at? Where my n***as is at? Where my n***as is at? Where the f** my b**hes at? Where my b**hes is at? [Puff Daddy - talking over Hook] Aiyyo, can you hear me out there? Aiyyo turn me up, nobody can hear me out there That's good, it's all f**ed up now Y'all know it's all f**ed up now right? What the f** I'mma do now? What I'mma do now? Can y'all hear me out there? [Outro: Puff Daddy & Busta Rhymes] We got the real live sh**!! Can y'all hear me out there? f** y'all n***as wanna do It's all f**ed up now.. what I'mma do now, huh? What I'mma do now? It's all f**ed up now