Testo della canzone Victory (feat. The Notorious B.I.G. & Busta Rhymes) (Diddy, Busta Rhymes & The Notorious B.I.G.), tratta dall'album No Way Out

Victory (feat. The Notorious B.I.G. & Busta Rhymes) - Diddy, Busta Rhymes & The Notorious B.I.G.

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 airtight (yeah)
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'ma make you love me baby
Talkin' crazy ain't gon' get you nothin' but choked
And that jealousy is only gon' 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 (uh)
You rakin' up plaques

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 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-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 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 dawg, 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 killer, no team iller
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 mapped tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
The heaters in the two-seaters, with two miras
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 replacin' him
Niggas step up, we just macin' them
Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused
To Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy
Business wise, I play men
Hide money on the Island Cayman
Y'all just betray men, we spray man
I position, competition
'Nother day in the life of the comission

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?
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): Steven Jordan, Jason Phillips, Christopher Wallace, Trevor Smith, Sean Puffy Combs, Bill Conti
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