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tha king - victory 2005 ft. 50 cent, bankz, p.diddy lyrics

(opening) tony montana “scarface”
what are you looking at? your all a bunch of f-cking -ssholes you know that, you wanna know why,
because you dont’ got the guts to be what you wanna be, you need people like me, so you can point your f-ckin fingers,
so you can say thats the bad guy, wh-ll what that make you, good? no you just know how to hide, how to lie,
me, i dont have that problem, me i always tell the truth, even when i lie.

(50 cent)
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 holes 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 -ss outta yaself tryin to stop me
i’m c-cky, raps rocky, n-gg- you sloppy
you know that i’m, 8 levels above you n-gg-
i’ll club you n-gg-, i never heard of you n-gg-, ugly n-gg-
i’m the wrong one to provoke
you rattin on n-gg-s is only gon’ leave you smoke
so the only thing left now is tools for these cowrads
i got no friends, f-ck most of these cowards
they pop sh-t ’till we start approaching these cowards
while we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers

(tha king)
this is victory 2004 nothing is promised, bad boys for life you know we keep it tight,
leave ya chest open, your gonna feel the knife, this is the king,
so you know im gonna tell it right, im spittin it hardcore and un-nice,
yeah it is true that i am white, but my insides are like ny they as black as night,
cut my veins and ill bleed red. this is the only time your gonna see it,
cus for you, i wouldn’t shed it, i would bang your head to it,
leave ya faced screwed up, then tie your body to it,
f-ckin with me, your the only one in your family left,
quit playing when im around, or i’ll make you meet death.
i’m sick of stillettos pumpin, ill leave ya body jumpin, raise your heartbeat,
the promise i made that ima kill ya, im gonna keep,
your body’s in a casket and your pushin 6feet, can’t move
cus your already in it knee deep, g-unit, die-nasty,
this a collaberation of rap’s greats, im tellin rhymes that i know
politicans are gonna hate. i would have voted against bush, if i had
a say, im the youth of the nation, im gonna run this country one day.
ain’t tryin to put tha man down, but he still dont know what he doing.
the country is so broke, hes got the rich suein. he’s neva been
around where im from, he wouldnt get it anyways , hes texas dumb,
drop ya body with this mac, and it goes numb, come back if u wanna
wanna battle.

(chorus)
we got the real live sh-t from front to back
to my people in the world, where the h-ll you at?
where my soldiers is at? [2x]
where my real live my soldiers?
where my soldiers is at?

i got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer
and who flip when i call a b-tch like she queen latifah
not all the vehicle’s is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
this sh-t 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-ck us
i ain’t here to drop knowledge on you suckas
i’ll sick rottweiler’s on you f-ckas, 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 berry
besides, every rapper ain’t a star, n-gg- 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

(chorus)
we got the real live sh-t from front to back
to my people in the world, where the h-ll you at?
where my soldiers is at? [2x]
where my real live my soldiers?
where my soldiers is at?

(p.diddy)
come on it stay dark for long
they say its 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 aint another rapper who could feel ya shoes
cuz biggie smalls is the illest
realest my stones and killas got homes and villas
overseas and what was me
who found out other mcs been tryin to find ya route
this illman mc used to be on other sh-t
took home “life after death” and then studied it
listened to the double disk
now they all spit
frank tell how we did it!

(chorus)
where my real live n-gg-s?
where my b-tches is at?

(dmx)

arff arff, its my surivival instict that keeps my head above the water
everday i show another how to slaughter, plug your daughter with
more holes than sponges,attack men for the stocks,
over lunges, for these i shoot the breeze,extort, enough
keys from the cubans to build a f-ckin fort, caught in something i cant
control, tryin to a got a hoe, big roll of swoll,
i catch bodies like a cold and stay sick so face it
i take ya life and erase it wasted in the f-ckin streets
cause it ain’t worth sh-t the undertaker take ya -ss under
the earth quick i love money but the scrambles hot
so i sn-tch up my man and hit the gamblin spot
20 grand is got one n-gg- sh-t one n-gg- less
what used to be his chest is now a mess under
his f-ckin vest.

(chorus)
we got the real live sh-t from front to back
to my people in the world, where the h-ll you at?
where my soldiers is at? [2x]
where my real live my soldiers?
where my soldiers is at?

we got the real live sh-t from front to back
to my people in the world, where the h-ll you at?
where my soldiers is at? [2x]
where my real live my soldiers?
where my soldiers is at?

(biggie)- f-ck ya n-gg-z wanna do

(tha king)- theres nothing you can do,
no stopping today, no stopping tomorrrow,
its right now.

- tha king lyrics

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