Victory 2004

[P.Diddy]

Yo the sun don't shine forever

But as long as it's here then we might aswell 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

And when you hear something, make sure you hear it right

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

My 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

(It's ten years and we still running this motherfucker!)

(As we proceed to give you what you need!)

(It's all fucked up now what you gonna do now?)

[50 Cent]

We can't stay alive forever

So if shit hit the fan then we might aswell die together

Im high as ever, more hoes and more chedder

G-unit move around with them pounds and berettas

Yeah fagget, if i want it, im gon' have it

Regardless if it's handed to me or i'll let 'em have it

Don't make an ass out of yourself trying to stop me

Im cocky, raps "Rocky", nigga you sloppy

You know that im eight levels above you nigga

I'll plug you nigga

I never heard of you nigga

It's ugly nigga

Im the wrong one to provoke

And rattin' on niggas is only gon' leave you smoke

So the only thing left now is toast for these cowards

I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards

They pop shit 'till we started 'pproaching these cowards

While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers

[Notorious B.I.G.]

In The Commision, 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 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 your vest by the abdominal

Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars

When 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, wrong 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

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

[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?

[P.Diddy]

(Yo i got something new i wanna say check this out)

Ya heard it can't stay dark for long

They say dark it is before the dawn

Calms before the storm

Im happy Mason bethas now preachin songs

I can see B.I. ropin' in Sean John

Yeah, get it right, this is what life afters like

B.I., Frank White, ya Bad Boy for life

No Matter what the public say, we gon' prove

There ain't another Mc that can fill ya shoes, Cus

Biggie Smalls is the illest, realest

My stones the chillest

Got arms in Dealers

Overseas, it wasn't me, I found out

Other Mc's been trying to find ya ralph

But it's ill when Mc's used to be on other shit

Took home "Life After Death" and they studied it

Listen to the double disc, now they all spit like they all legit

Frank tell 'em how we get, uhh

[Notorious B.I.G.]

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 the crook from the brook

Matty broke the neck of your coke connect

No respect squeeze off 'till 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

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, I position, competition

Another day in the life, of the Comission

[P.Diddy]

(Yo it ain't over, Banks talk to 'em)

[Lloyd Banks]

I got a an answer, it's gangsterous

it argues and steams the reefa

And flip when i call her bitch like she "Queen Latifah"

And all the vehicles is long enough to stash the streetsweeper

This shit can get uglier than the master piece nigga

Thats why i threw the ruckus, but prowl on the tuckus

So the spring break hoes home from collage wanna fuck us

I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers

I'll sic' rockwilders on you fuckers

Cops follow on to cuff us, top dollars to discuss this

whole lotta zero's when it comes to paper

I'll blow the soul outta hero

Ima break 'fore i lay in the floor

Bury the sides, every rapper ain't a star, every plaid ain't borbury

You can't tame Lloyd, who smoke up out the big screen to change over channel

Looks like im Playing a "Game Boy"

I know the white bars are in your vision

I'll put a red dot on ya head like it's part of your religion

[Busta Rhymes][x4]

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?

[Busta Rhymes]

Fuck y'all niggas wanna do now?