Victory lyrics

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]

One, one two

Check me out right here yo

[Verse 1: Puff Daddy & The Notorious B.I.G.]

Yo, the sun don't shine forever

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

All up in my ears

Better now than never, business before pleasure

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 (YEAH!)

So when you hear somethin', make sure you hear it right

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

YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the mics up

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

Turn that shit all the way up, yeah

You know that I'm two levels above you baby

Music's gettin' louder

Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby

This shit is hot!

Talkin' crazy, ain't gon' get you nuthin' but choked

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

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

[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]

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 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 could pimp a few hoes

Excellence is my presence, never tense

Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick

Real sick, raw 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 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

[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 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?

[Verse 3: 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

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

[Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.]

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 twenty minutes, until we finish

Then it's to 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 turn the vials

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 men, opposition, competition

Another day in the life, of the Commission

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

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 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?

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?

[Puff Daddy - talking over Chorus]

Ayo, can you hear me out there?

Ayo 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 I'ma do now?

What I'ma do now?

Can y'all hear me out there?

[Outro: Puff Daddy & Busta Rhymes]

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