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diddy - victory 2004 (album version) lyrics

[intro: p.diddy]
ten years

[verse 1: p. diddy]
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
and when you hear something make sure you hear it right
don’t make an -ss outta yourself by -ssuming
my music keeps you moving, what are you proving?
you know that i’m two levels above you, baby
hug me, baby, i’ma make you love me, baby

[interlude: p.diddy]
it’s ten years and we still running this motherf-cker
yeah, as we proceed to give you what you need
it’s all f-cked up now
what the f-ck y’all gonna do now?

[verse 1: 50 cent]
yo, yo, we can’t stay alive forever
so if sh-t hit the fan then we might as well die together
i’m high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar
g-unit move around with them pounds and berretas
yeah 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 -ss outta yourself tryna stop me
i’m c-cky, rap’s “rocky”, n-gga you sloppy
you know that i’m eight levels above you n-gga
i’ll plug you n-gga, i never heard of you n-gga, ugly n-gga
i’m the wrong one to provoke
and rattin’ on n-ggas is only gon’ leave you smoked
so the only thing left now is toast for these cowards
i got no friends, f-ck most of these cowards
they pop sh-t ’til we start approachin’ these cowards
while we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers

[verse 3: 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!lling’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 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-gga 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!llin’ sh-t
oops cristal keep spillin’ sh-t, you overdid it holmes
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 “jur-ssic”
“park” did, quick to spark kids who start sh-t
see me, only me
the underboss of this holocaust
truly yours, frank white

[verse 4: p. diddy]
ayyo, it can’t stay dark for long
they say its darkest before the dawn
calms 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’s after’s” like
b.i. frank white, your “bad boy for life”
no matter what the public say we gon’ prove
it ain’t another mc that could fill ya shoes
’cause biggie smalls is the illest
realest my stones the chillest, got homes and villas
overseas and what was me, i found out
other mc’s been tryin’ to find ya route
it’s ill when mc’s used to be on other sh-t
took home “life after death” and they studied it
listened to the double disc
now they all spit, like they all legit
frank tell how we did it, go

[verse 5: notorious b.i.g.]
we got the sh-t mapped tight, br-ss 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’
mad he broke the neck of your c0ke 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 louch
black rob joined the mob, it ain’t no replacin’ him
n-ggas step up, with just macin’ them
placin’ them in fune-rals, criminals turned aroused
the brick city, n0body come off like p. diddy
business wise, i play men
hide money on the island cayman, y’all just betray men
we spray men, i position, compet-tion
another day in the life of the commission

[verse 6: lloyd banks]
i got a industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer
and flip when i call her b-tch like she queen latifah
now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
this sh-t 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-ck us
i ain’t here to drop knowledge on you suckers
i’ll sick rottweiler’s on you f-ckers, 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: busta rhymes]
we got the real live sh-t from front to back
to my n-ggas in the world, where the f-ck you at?
where my n-ggas is at? where my n-ggas is at?
where the f-ck my b-tches at? where my b-tches is at?
we got the real live sh-t from front to back
to my people in the world, where the f-ck you at?
where my n-ggas is at? where my n-ggas is at?
where the f-ck my b-tches at? where my b-tches is at?
we got the real live sh-t from front to back
to my people in the world, where the f-ck you at?
where my n-ggas is at? where my n-ggas is at?
where the f-ck my b-tches at? where my b-tches is at?
we got the real live sh-t from front to back
to my people in the world, where the f-ck you at?
where my n-ggas is at? where my n-ggas is at?
where the f-ck my b-tches at? where my b-tches is at?

[collision: p. diddy]
yeah
where you at?
where you at?
where you at?
where you at?
i told y’all, ten years from now we’ll still be on top
we’ve just begun
thank you … thank you
b.i.g. forever
bad boy baby
you know the rest

[outro: busta rhymes]
f-ck y’all n-ggas wanna do?

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