Victory Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Intro: Notorious B.I.G. 

One, one two 

Check me out right here ya'll 

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'm a wing cause I'm too smart for these cats 

While they makin up facts (uhh) you rakin up plats 

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Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G. 

In a Commision, dont ask for permission to hit em 

He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit em 

You heard of us, the murderous, 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 the vest by the abdominal 

hum 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 mo shady, Frankie baby, fantastic 

Graphic, tryin to make dough, like Jurassic 

Parked in quick to spark kids who start shit 

See me, only me 

The Underboss of this holocaust 

Truly yours, Frank White 

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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 billboard killa, no team illa 

The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel 

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 heatas n 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 kids, Peniro, sheek loops 

Black Rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him 

Niggaz step up, we just macin them 

placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused 

The Brick City, nobody come off like P-Diddy 

Business rise, 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 y'all gonna 

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