Diddy — Victory remix

[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'mma 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'mma 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 [Hook: 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: Big L] Ayo, I shoulda been out I'm deadly when I pull the pen out Keep frontin', I'mma try yo' chin out I knocked a lot of men out I left 'em on the floor spittin' phlegm out It's either that or I'mma squeeze the gat and pop ten out You see Corleone, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen And if a bitch don't like me she must like women Every time I come around you see your wife grinnin' Don't be mad 'cuz yo' career's in the ninth innin' It's over now, nigga, leave the game I'm from the danger zone where emcees get slain Where thugs'll never hesitate to squeeze the flame Where niggas be takin' drugs just to ease the pain Hustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick Nolte When I was OT, yo bitch wrote me First day home I dived in it Left her thighs dented Now that bitch be pagin' me every five minutes Emcees I squash and disgrace, it's all about the Benjis So why your bills got Washington's face? A lot of cats be frontin' Mad singles wit' a fifty on top L tryin' to have the city on lock Peace to Biggie and Pac 'cuz they really were hot Rap game, heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer wit' us Niggas wanna be L, ladies wanna see L If I go to jail you'll wear a shirt sayin' "Free L!" What [Verse 4: Tupac] Now I was born as a rebel, making trouble for the devil Take this gang bang shit, to a whole (a)nother level Can you feel me now? Armies in every city Definition of power Players are you with me? See the war is the prophecy Survival is the strategy Rest in peace to my comrades that deceased Walking down the streets of time Youll have these devils petrified of a nigga in his right mind They tell us that we hopeless and hell bound This fo the brothers in penetentiaries jailed down I got you in my heart till tha day I die Think of tha damage we can do, if we wasn't high Can you picture me loc? Its a thugs wrath Political contracts and blood baths For Matulu Shakur up in the Rikers Though they got you, I never let them stop me The struggle continues [Verse 5: Ice Cube] I'm treated like the presidential motorcade Taking out the residential global persperation Freaky gyrations close to fornication Numbers get passed when asked information Intoxication faded inebriated Designated driver liver than Macgyver Blocking freaks in all of 'em tens Stallions get them to pile in Sitting on 'lacs bitch we write raps Backdo' access you getting jealous Standing all in line with designer umbrellas Bad fellas running with the East Side connection Any kind of club with a star check they weapons Who wanna sex DMX get naked [Hook: 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?