Puff Daddy - Victory lyrics
Intro: notorious b.i.g.<br><br>One, one two<br>Check me out right here yo<br><br>Verse one: puff daddy<br><br>Yo, the sun don't shine forever<br>(big: you can turn the track up a little bit for me)<br>But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together<br>(big: all up in my ears)<br>Better now than never, business before pleasure<br>(big: the mic is loud, but the beats isn't loud)<br>P-diddy and the fam, who you know do it better? <br>Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight<br>(big: yeah!)<br>So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right<br>Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin<br>(big: yeah! now the mic is lower, turn the mics up)<br>Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin? <br>(big: turn that shit all the way up, yeah)<br>You know that I'm two levels above you baby<br>(big: music's gettin louder)<br>Hug me baby, i'ma make you love me baby<br>(big: this shit is hot!)<br>Talkin crazy ain't gonna get you nuthin but choked<br>(big: uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)<br>And that jealousy is only gonna leave you broke<br>So the only thing left now is God for these cats<br>And big you know you too hard for these cats<br>I'ma win cause I'm too smart for these cats<br>While they makin up facts (uhh) you rakin up plats<br><br>Verse two: notorious b.i.g.<br><br>In the commision, you ask for permission to hit em<br>He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit em<br>You heard of us, the murderers, most shady<br>Been on the low lately, the feds hate me<br>The son of *satan*, they say my killin's too blatant<br>You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin<br>Duct tapin, your fam destiny<br>Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist<br>Francis, m to the iz-h phenominal<br>Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal<br>Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars<br>And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes<br>Excellence is my presence, never tense<br>Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick<br>Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like mike<br>Anyone -- tyson, jordan, jackson<br>Action, pack guns, ridiculous<br>And i'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch<br>Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch<br>Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso<br>Now you call me castro, my rap flows<br>Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit<br>Ooops cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes<br>You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone<br>Hold hands and say it like me<br>The most shady, frankie baby, fantastic<br>Graphic, tryin to make dough, like jurassic<br>Park did quick to spark kids who start shit<br>See me, only me<br>The underboss of this holocaust<br>Truly yours, frank white<br><br>Chorus: busta rhymes<br><br>We got the real live shit from front to back<br>To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? <br>Where my niggaz is at? (2x)<br>Where the fuck my bitches at? <br>Where my bitches is at? <br>(repeat all 2x)<br><br>Verse three: puff daddy<br><br>Put your money on the table and get your math on<br>Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on<br>See you later dog, i'ma get my stash on<br>There's a bed full of money that I get my ass on<br>I never lose the passion to go platinum<br>Said I'd live it up til all the cash gone<br>Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it<br>To make classics, hotter than acid<br>P-d, rollin on your tape or cd<br>The girl-boy killa, no team illa<br>The fam-o, ammo, is every channel<br>We been hot for a long time burnin like a candle<br>What you can do is check your distribution<br>My songs bump in houston like scarface produced em<br>You ain't gotta like me, you just mad<br>Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be<br><br>Verse four: notorious b.i.g.<br><br>We got the shit, mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights<br>The heaters in the two-seaters, with two midas<br>Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us<br>P-diddy run the city, show no pity<br>I'm the witty one, frank's the crook from the brook'<br>Matty broke the neck of your coke connect<br>No respect squeeze off til all y'all diminish<br>Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish<br>Venice took the loot, escaped, in the coupe<br>Break bread, with the kiss, peniro, sheek louch<br>Black rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him<br>Niggaz step up, with just mase and 'em<br>Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused<br>The brick city, nobody come off like p-diddy<br>Business wise, I play men<br>Hide money on the island cayman, y'all just betray men<br>You screamin, I position, competition<br>Nother day in the life of the comission<br><br>Chorus 2x w/ puff talking<br>Aiyyo, can you hear me out there? <br>Aiyyo turn me up, nobody can hear me out there<br>That's good, it's all fucked up now<br>Y'all know it's all fucked up now right? <br>What the fuck i'ma do now? <br>What i'ma do now? <br>Can y'all hear me out there? <br>Can y'all hear me out there? <br><br>(? ) fuck y'all niggaz wanna do<br><br>It's all fucked up now<br>What i'ma do now, huh? <br>What i'ma do now<br>It's all fucked up now
