Victory (2016 Remastered)

One, one, two
Check me out right here yo

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
So when you hear something, make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assuming
Our music keeps you moving, what are you proving?

You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby
Talking crazy ain't gonna get you nothin' but choked
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 making up facts (uh), you raking up plaques

In the commission, 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 S-, they say my killing's too blatant
You hesitating, I'm in your mama crib waiting
Duct taping, your fam destiny
Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, M to the izz-H phenomenal

Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars, so I could 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 killing shit
Oops, Cristal keep spilling shit, you overdid it holmes
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone

Hold hands and say it like me
The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic
Graphic, trying 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

We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas 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 niggas is at?
Where my niggas 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 Billboard killa, no team illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel
We been hot for a long time burning 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'
Mad he broke the neck of your coke connect
No respect squeeze off 'til all y'all diminish

Shootouts for 20 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 replacing him
Niggas step up, with just Mase and 'em
Placing 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 screaming, I position, competition
'Nother day in the life of the commission

We got the real live shit from front to back
To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas 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 niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas 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 niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas 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 niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?
We got the real live shit

Can y'all hear me out there? (Fuck y'all niggas 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



Credits
Writer(s): Bill Conti, Sean Combs, Steven Jordan, Christopher Wallace, Trevor Smith, Jason Phillips
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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