Victory Lyrics

Victory lyrics

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