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50 Cent - "Victory 2004 (Album Version)"
Lyrics to Victory 2004 (Album Version) : [P. Diddy - talking] Ten years Yo the sun dont shine forever But as long as its 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 Dont make a ass outta yourself by assumin My music keeps you movin, what are you provin' You know that Im two levels above you baby Hug me baby, Ima make you love me baby Its 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...) Its all fucked up now What the fuck yall gonna do now' [50 Cent] + (P. Diddy) Yo, yo, we cant stay alive forever (yeah) So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together Im 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 Im gon have it Regardless if its handed to me or I gotta grab it Dont make a ass outta yourself tryna stop me Im cocky, raps "Rocky", nigga you sloppy You know that Im eight levels above you nigga Ill plug you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga (what yall gonna do now') Im 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 (thats right) I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (thats 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 dont 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 killings too blatant You hesitatin, Im 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 (lets go) Excellence is my presence, never tense Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (cmon) Anyone - Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh huh, yeah) action, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous) And Im quick to bust, if my ends you touch (uh huh) Kids or girl you touch (say what'), in this world I clutch (cmon) Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso (used to call me fatso) Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah) Militant, yall faggots aint killin shit Oops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes (yeah) You in the danger zone, you shouldnt 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 (cmon, say what') See me, only me (yeah, I see you) The Underboss of this holocaust (lets 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] Aiyyo, it cant stay dark for long (cant stay dark for long) They say its darkest before the dawn Calms before the storm (cmon) Im happy Mason Bethas now preachin the Psalms (I see you Mase) And I can see B.I. rockin the Sean John (lets go Big) Yeah right, this is what "Lifes Afters" like B.I. Frank White, your "Bad Boy For Life" No matter what the public say we gon prove It aint another MC that could fill ya shoes Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest Realest my stones the chillest, got homes and villas Overseas and what was me, I found out other MCs been tryin to find ya route (haha) Its ill when MCs used to be on other shit (yeah, cmon) Took home "Life after Death" and they studied it (thats right) Listened to the double disc (yeah) Now they all spit, like they all legit (cmon) Frank tell how we did it, go [Notorious B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy) We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights (yeah, cmon) The heaters in the two-seaters, with two midas (uh huh, yeah) Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us P. Diddy run the city, show no pity (thats my name) Im the witty one (yeah), Franks the crook from the Brook (cmon) Matty broke the neck of your coke connect (say what') No respect squeeze off til all yall diminish (uh huh) Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish (take that) Venice took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe Break bread, with the Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch Black Rob joined the Mob, it aint no replacin him (Black Rob, I see you) Niggaz step up, with just Mase and em (yeah) Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah) The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo) Business wise, I play men Hide money on the Island Cayman (cmon), yall just betray men (yeah) You screamin, I position, competition Another day in the life of the Comission [P. Diddy] Oh it aint over, aiyyo Banks talk to em [Lloyd Banks] + (P. Diddy) I got a industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh huh) And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah (haha) Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the streetsweeper (yeah) This shit gon get uglier than the Master P sneaker Im slidin through the Ruckers, with Prada on the Chuckers (uh) So the spring break hoes, home from college wanna fuck us (ha) I aint here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what') Ill sick rottweilers on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin to cuff us Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros When it comes to paper I blow the soul outta hero (uh huh) Ima break fore I lay on the floor buried besides, every rapper aint a star, and every plaid aint Burberry (uh huh) You cant tame Lloyd, Im smokin by the big screen (yeah) And changin the channel looks like Im playin the game boy (woo) I know the watch botherin ya vision But reach and Ill put a dot on ya head like its part of ya religion (yeah) [Chorus] - 4X [P. Diddy - talking over Chorus] Yeah Where you at' Where you at' Where you at' Where you at' I told yall, ten years from now well still be on top Weve just begun Thank you ... thank you B.I.G. forever Bad Boy baby You know the rest [Busta Rhymes] Fuck yall niggaz wanna do' [ Victory 2004 (Album Version) Lyrics ]
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