Victory lyrics

Artist  : Puffy Daddy 
Song : Victory



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Intro: Notorious B.I.G.

One, one
two
Check me out right here yo

Verse
One: Puff Daddy

Yo, the sun don't shine
forever
(BIG: 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
(BIG: All
up in my ears)
Better now than never, business
before pleasure
(BIG: 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
(BIG: YEAH!)
So when you hear
somethin, make sure you hear it right
Don't
make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
(BIG:
YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the mics
up)
Our music keeps you movin, what are you
provin?
(BIG: Turn that shit all the way up,
yeah)
You know that I'm two levels above you
baby
(BIG: Music's gettin louder)
Hug me
baby, I'ma make you love me baby
(BIG: This
shit is hot!)
Talkin crazy ain't gonna get you
nuthin but choked
(BIG: 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'ma win cause I'm too smart
for these cats
While they makin up facts (uhh)
you rakin up plats

Verse Two: Notorious
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 killin'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 nigga 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 faggots ain't killin
shit
Ooops Cristal keep spillin shit, 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
Jurassic
Park did quick to spark kids who
start shit
See me, only me
The Underboss of
this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank
White

Chorus: Busta Rhymes

We got
the real live shit from front to back
To my
people in the world, where the fuck you
at?
Where my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where the
fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is
at?
(repeat all 2X)

Verse Three: 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'ma get my
stash on
There's a bed full of money that I
get my ass on
I never lose the passion 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 classics, hotter than acid
P-D,
rollin on your tape or CD
The girl-boy killa,
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 Four:
Notorious B.I.G.

We got the shit, Mac
tight, brass 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 Louch
Black Rob joined the mob, it ain't
no replacin him
Niggaz step up, with just Mase
and 'em
placin them in funerals, criminals
turned aroused
The Brick City, nobody come off
like P-Diddy
Business wise, 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

Chorus 2X w/ Puff
talking
Aiyyo, can you hear me out
there?
Aiyyo turn me up, nobody can hear me
out there
That's good, it's all fucked up
now
Y'all know it's all fucked up now
right?
What the fuck I'ma do now?
What I'ma
do now?
Can y'all hear me out there?
Can
y'all hear me out there?

(?) Fuck y'all
niggaz wanna do

It's all fucked up
now
What I'ma do now, huh?
What I'ma do
now
It's all fucked up now