Song Lyrics P. Diddy (Puff Daddy) - Victory 2004    [Lyrics & Song Text Archive] lyrics archive>> P>> P. Diddy (Puff Daddy) Singer Lyrics [P. Diddy (Puff Daddy) other resources]>> Victory 2004 Song Lyrics Author/Artist/Singer: P. Diddy (Puff Daddy) Music Title/Track: Victory 2004 Theme ID: 484 Album: N/A [P. Diddy - talking] Ten years 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 somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself by assumin My music keeps you movin, what are you provin? You know that I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby It's ten years and we still runnin this motherfucker [P. Diddy] + (Notorious B.I.G.) Yeah! (one) As we proceed to give you what you need (One, two...) It's all fucked up now What the fuck y'all gonna do now? [50 Cent] + (P. Diddy) Yo, yo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah) So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah) G-Unit move around with them pounds and berretas (uh) Yeah faggot, 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 ass outta yourself tryna stop me I'm cocky, rap's "Rocky", nigga you sloppy You know that I'm eight levels above you nigga I'll plug you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga (what y'all gonna do now?) I'm the wrong one to provoke And rattin on niggaz is only gon' leave you smoke So the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right) I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (that's right) They pop shit 'til we start approachin these cowards While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers [Notorious B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy) In the Comission, 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 killing'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 (yeah) Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal (uh huh) Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah) Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh) And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go) Excellence is my presence, never tense Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (c'mon) Anyone - Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh huh, yeah) action, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous) And I'm quick to bust, if my ends you touch (uh huh) Kids or girl you touch (say what?), in this world I clutch (c'mon) Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso (used to call me fatso) Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah) Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit Oops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes (yeah) You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone Hold hands and say it like me The most shady (most shady), Frankie baby (Frankie baby), fantastic Graphic, tryin to make dough, like "Jurassic" "Park" did, quick to spark kids who start shit (c'mon, say what?) See me, only me (yeah, I see you) The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go) Truly yours, Frank White [Chorus - Busta Rhymes] - w/ ad libs from P. Diddy 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? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? [P. Diddy] Aiyyo, it can't stay dark for long (can't stay dark for long) They say its darkest before the dawn Calms before the storm (c'mon) I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin the Psalms (I see you Mase) And I can see B.I. rockin the Sean John (let's go Big) 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 (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon) Took home "Life after Death" and they studied it (that's right) Listened to the double disc (yeah) Now they all spit, like they all legit (c'mon) Frank tell how we did it, go [Notorious B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy) We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights (yeah, c'mon) The heaters in the two-seaters, with two midas (uh huh, yeah) Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us P. Diddy run the city, show no pity (that's my name) I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (c'mon) Matty broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?) No respect squeeze off 'til all y'all diminish (uh huh) Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish (take that) 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 (Black Rob, I see you) Niggaz step up, with just Mase and 'em (yeah) Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah) The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo) Business wise, I play men Hide money on the Island Cayman (c'mon), y'all just betray men (yeah) You screamin, I position, competition Another day in the life of the Comission [P. Diddy] Oh it ain't over, aiyyo Banks talk to 'em [Lloyd Banks] + (P. Diddy) I got a industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh huh) And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah (haha) Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the streetsweeper (yeah) This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker I'm slidin through the Ruckers, with Prada on the Chuckers (uh) So the spring break hoes, home from college wanna fuck us (ha) I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?) I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin to cuff us Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros When it comes to paper I blow the soul outta hero (uh huh) I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh huh) You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smokin by the big screen (yeah) And changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy (woo) 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 (yeah) [Chorus] - 4X [P. Diddy - talking over Chorus] 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 [Busta Rhymes] Fuck y'all niggaz wanna do? 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