Victory Lyrics - Diddy

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 somethin' make sure you hear it right 

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

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

You know that I'm two levels above you baby 

Hug me baby, I'm a make you love me baby 

Talkin' crazy, ain't gon' 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 B.I.G. you know you too hard for these cats 

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

While they makin' up facts (uh) you rakin' up plaques 

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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 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 phenomenal 

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-matos, used to call me fatso 

Now you call me Castro, my rap flows 

militant, y'all faggots ain't killin' shit 

Oops Crystal 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 

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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 Luc' 

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

Niggas 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 

Another 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! 

Fuck y'all niggas wanna do? 

It's all fucked up now 

What I'm a do now, huh? 

What I'm a do now? 

It's all fucked up now