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Victory 2004 (Album Version)

アーティスト:Busta Rhymes 

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[P. Diddy - talking] Ten years 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 air tight And when you hear somethin, 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 runnin this motherfucker [P. Diddy] + (Notorious B.I.G.) Yeah! (one) As we proceed to give you what you need (One, two...) It's all fucked up now What the fuck y'all gonna do now? [50 Cent] + (P. Diddy) Yo, yo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah) So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah) G-Unit move around with them pounds and berretas (uh) Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make a ass outta yourself tryna stop me I'm cocky, rap's "Rocky", nigga you sloppy You know that I'm eight levels above you nigga I'll plug you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga (what y'all gonna do now?) I'm the wrong one to provoke And rattin on niggaz is only gon' leave you smoke So the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right) I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (that's right) They pop shit 'til we start approachin these cowards While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers [Notorious B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy) In the Comission, 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 (yeah) Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal (uh huh) Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah) Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh) And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go) Excellence is my presence, never tense Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (c'mon) Anyone - Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh huh, yeah) Action, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous) And I'm quick to bust, if my ends you touch (uh huh) Kids or girl you touch (say what?), in this world I clutch (c'mon) Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso (used to call me fatso) Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah) Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit Oops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes (yeah) You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone Hold hands and say it like me The most shady (most shady), Frankie baby (Frankie baby), fantastic Graphic, tryin to make dough, like "Jurassic" "Park" did, quick to spark kids who start shit (c'mon, say what?) See me, only me (yeah, I see you) The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go) Truly yours, Frank White [Chorus - Busta Rhymes] - w/ ad libs from P. Diddy We got the real live shit from front to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? [P. Diddy]


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