puff dady feat biggy smalls victory Lyrics

One, one two
Check me out right here yo

Verse one: puff daddy

Yo, the sun dont shine forever
(big: you can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as its 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 isnt 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
Dont make a a__ outta yourself, by a__umin
(big: yeah! now the mic is lower, turn the mics up)
Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
(big: turn that s___ all the way up, yeah)
You know that Im two levels above you baby
(big: musics gettin louder)
Hug me baby, ima make you love me baby
(big: this s___ is hot!)
Talkin crazy aint 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
Ima win cause Im 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 dont 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 killins too blatant
You hesitatin, Im 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 n____ bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like mike
Anyone -- tyson, jordan, jackson
Action, pack guns, ridiculous
And im, 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, yall f__gots aint killin s___
Ooops cristal keep spillin s___, you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone, you shouldnt 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 s___
See me, only me
The underboss of this holocaust
Truly yours, frank white

Chorus: busta rhymes

We got the real live s___ from front to back
To my people in the world, where the f___ you at?
Where my n____z is at? (2x)
Where the f___ my b____es at?
Where my b____es 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, ima get my stash on
Theres a bed full of money that I get my a__ on
I never lose the passion to go platinum
Said Id live it up til all the cash gone
Aint 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 b__p in houston like scarface produced em
You aint 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 s___, 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
Im the witty one, franks the crook from the brook
Matty broke the neck of your c__e connect
No respect squeeze off til all yall 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 aint no replacin him
n____z 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, yall 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
Thats good, its all f___ed up now
Yall know its all f___ed up now right?
What the f___ ima do now?
What ima do now?
Can yall hear me out there?
Can yall hear me out there?

(? ) f___ yall n____z wanna do

Its all f___ed up now
What ima do now, huh?
What ima do now
Its all f___ed up now