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The Notorious B.I.G.

"Victory"

[Produced by Sean Combs and Steven "Stevie J" Jordan for The Hitmen]

[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 sh*t 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 sh*t 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 n*gga 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' sh*t
Ooops Cristal keep spillin' sh*t; 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 sh*t
See me, only me the underboss
Of this holocaust, truly yours, Frank White

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
We got the real live sh*t from front to back
To my people in the world, where the f*ck you at?
Where my n*ggas is at? Where my n*ggas is at?
Where the f*ck my b*tches at? Where my b*tches is at?
We got the real live sh*t from front to back
To my people in the world, where the f*ck you at?
Where my n*ggas is at? Where my n*ggas is at?
Where the f*ck my b*tches at? Where my b*tches 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 sh*t 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
n*ggas 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 portray men, we spray men, opposition, competition
Another day in the life, of the Commission

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
We got the real live sh*t from front to back
To my n*ggas in the world, where the f*ck you at?
Where my n*ggas is at? Where my n*ggas is at?
Where the f*ck my b*tches at? Where my b*tches is at?
We got the real live sh*t from front to back
To my people in the world, where the f*ck you at?
Where my n*ggas is at? Where my n*ggas is at?
Where the f*ck my b*tches at? Where my b*tches is at?
We got the real live sh*t from front to back
To my people in the world, where the f*ck you at?
Where my n*ggas is at? Where my n*ggas is at?
Where the f*ck my b*tches at? Where my b*tches is at?
We got the real live sh*t from front to back
To my people in the world, where the f*ck you at?
Where my n*ggas is at? Where my n*ggas is at?
Where the f*ck my b*tches at? Where my b*tches 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 f*cked up now
Y'all know it's all f*cked up now right?
What the f*ck 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 sh*t!!
Can y'all hear me out there?
f*ck y'all n*ggas wanna do
It's all f*cked up now.. what I'ma do now, huh?
What I'ma do now? It's all f*cked up now

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