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P. Diddy

Genres: Hip-Hop

Victory Lyrics - P. Diddy

One, one, two 

Check me out, right here, yo 

 

Yo, the sun don't shine forever 

(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 

(All up in my ears) 

Better now than never, business before pleasure 

(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 

(Yeah) 

So, when you hear somethin', make sure you hear it right 

Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' 

(Yeah, now the mic is lower, turn the mics up) 

Our music keeps you movin', what are you provin'? 

(Turn that shit all the way up, yeah) 

 

You know that I'm two levels above you, baby 

(Music's gettin louder) 

Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby 

(This shit is hot!) 

Talkin crazy ain't gonna get you nuthin' but choked 

(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, you rakin' up plats 

(Uhh) 

 

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 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, 

 

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 

Oops, 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 under boss of this holocaust 

Truly yours, Frank White 

 

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? 

 

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? 

 

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 

 

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 Commission 

 

We got the real live shit from front to back 

To my niggaz 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? 

 

We got the real live shit from front to back 

To my niggaz 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? 

 

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? 

 

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? 

We got the real live shit 

 

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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