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Artist:Daddy/112/Faith Puff
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Album:Unknown
Track:Victory
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Views:401
 
Lyrics:Intro: Notorious B.I.G.

One, one two
Check me out right here to

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'm a wing 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 a
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 murderous, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate
me
The sun is ... (blurred) ... 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
Parked in 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 heaers 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 kids, Peniro,
sheek loops
Black Rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him
Niggaz step up, we just
macin them
placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused
The Brick City, nobody come
off like P-Diddy
Business rise, 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 y'all gonna
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
 
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