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Victory (feat. The Notorious B.I.G. & Busta Rhymes) (Remastered) (Explicit)

P. Diddy
2005-04-204:42 minParoles synchronisées

« Victory (feat. The Notorious B.I.G. & Busta Rhymes) (Remastered) (Explicit) » est une chanson de P. Diddy, 2005, Pop. La chanson dure 4:42, 119 lines / 939 words.

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0:00Victory - Diddy (吹牛老爹)
0:02One, one two
0:07Check me out right here yo
0:10Yo, the sun dont shine forever
0:12But as long as its here then we might as well shine together
0:15Better now than never, business before pleasure
0:18P-diddy and the fam, who you know do it better?
0:21Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
0:23So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right
0:26Dont make a a** outta yourself, by assumin
0:29Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
0:31You know that Im two levels above you baby
0:34Hug me baby, ima make you love me baby
0:36Talkin crazy aint gonna get you nuthin but choked
0:39And that jealousy is only gonna leave you broke
0:41So the only thing left now is God for these cats
0:44And big you know you too hard for these cats
0:47Ima win cause Im too smart for these cats
0:49While they makin up facts (uhh) you rakin up plats
0:52In the commision, you ask for permission to hit em
0:54He dont like me, him and wild wifey was wit em
0:57You heard of us, the murderers, most shady
1:00Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
1:03The son of satan, they say my killins too blatant
1:05You hesitatin, Im in your mama crib waitin
1:08Duct tapin, your fam destiny
1:10Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
1:13Francis, m to the iz-h phenominal
1:16Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
1:18Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
1:21And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
1:23Excellence is my presence, never tense
1:26Never hesitant, leave a ni**a bent real quick
1:29Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like mike
1:31Anyone -- tyson, jordan, jackson
1:34Action, pack guns, ridiculous
1:36And im, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
1:39Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
1:42Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso
1:45Now you call me castro, my rap flows
1:47Militant, yall faggots aint killin sh*t
1:49Ooops cristal keep spillin sh*t, you overdid it homes
1:53You in the danger zone, you shouldnt be alone
1:55Hold hands and say it like me
1:57The most shady, frankie baby, fantastic
2:00Graphic, tryin to make dough, like jurassic
2:03Park did quick to spark kids who start sh*t
2:06See me, only me
2:07The underboss of this holocaust
2:09Truly yours, frank white
2:10We got the real live sh*t from front to back
2:13To my people in the world, where the f**k you at?
2:16Where my niggaz is at?
2:18Where the f**k my b**ches at?
2:20Where my b**ches is at?
2:21We got the real live sh*t from front to back
2:23To my people in the world, where the f**k you at?
2:26Where my niggaz is at?
2:27Where the f**k my b**ches at?
2:29Where my b**ches is at?
2:32Put your money on the table and get your math on
2:34Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on
2:37See you later dog, ima get my stash on
2:39Theres a bed full of money that I get my a** on
2:42I never lose the passion to go platinum
2:44Said Id live it up til all the cash gone
2:47Aint that funny, only use plastic, craft it
2:50To make classics, hotter than acid
2:52P-d, rollin on your tape or cd
2:55The girl-boy killa, no team illa
2:58The fam-o, ammo, is every channel
3:00We been hot for a long time burnin like a candle
3:03What you can do is check your distribution
3:06My songs bump in houston like scarface produced em
3:08You aint gotta like me, you just mad
3:11Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be
3:14We got the sh*t, mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
3:16The heaters in the two-seaters, with two midas
3:19Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
3:21P-diddy run the city, show no pity
3:24Im the witty one, franks the crook from the brook
3:27Matty broke the neck of your coke connect
3:29No respect squeeze off til all yall diminish
3:32Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish
3:34Venice took the loot, escaped, in the coupe
3:37Break bread, with the kiss, peniro, sheek louch
3:39Black rob joined the mob, it aint no replacin him
3:42Niggaz step up, with just mase and em
3:44Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused
3:47The brick city, nobody come off like p-diddy
3:50Business wise, I play men
3:52Hide money on the island cayman, yall just betray men
3:55You screamin, I position, competition
3:58Nother day in the life of the comission
4:00We got the real live sh*t from front to back
4:03To my people in the world, where the f**k you at?
4:05Where my niggaz is at?
4:07Where my niggaz is at?
4:08Where the f**k my b**ches at?
4:09Where my b**ches is at?
4:11We got the real live sh*t from front to back
4:13To my people in the world, where the f**k you at?
4:16Where my niggaz is at?
4:17Where my niggaz is at?
4:18Where the f**k my b**ches at?
4:20Where my b**ches is at?
4:21We got the real live sh*t from front to back
4:24To my people in the world, where the f**k you at?
4:26Where my niggaz is at?
4:28Where my niggaz is at?
4:29Where the f**k my b**ches at?
4:30Where my b**ches is at?
4:32We got the real live sh*t from front to back
4:34To my people in the world, where the f**k you at?
4:37Where my niggaz is at?
4:38Where my niggaz is at?
4:39Where the f**k my b**ches at?
4:41Where my b**ches is at?
4:42We got the real live sh*t from front to back
Victory - Diddy (吹牛老爹)
One, one two
Check me out right here yo
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
So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right
Dont make a a** outta yourself, by assumin
Our 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
Talkin crazy aint gonna get you nuthin but choked
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
Ima win cause Im too smart for these cats
While they makin up facts (uhh) you rakin up plats
In the commision, you ask for permission to hit em
He dont like me, him and wild wifey was wit em
You heard of us, the murderers, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of satan, they say my killins too blatant
You hesitatin, Im 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
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a ni**a bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like mike
Anyone -- tyson, jordan, jackson
Action, pack guns, ridiculous
And im, 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, yall faggots aint killin sh*t
Ooops cristal keep spillin sh*t, you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone, you shouldnt 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
We got the real live sh*t from front to back
To my people in the world, where the f**k you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where the f**k my b**ches at?
Where my b**ches is at?
We got the real live sh*t from front to back
To my people in the world, where the f**k you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where the f**k my b**ches at?
Where my b**ches is at?
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, ima get my stash on
Theres a bed full of money that I get my a** on
I never lose the passion to go platinum
Said Id live it up til all the cash gone
Aint that funny, only use plastic, craft it
To make classics, hotter than acid
P-d, rollin on your tape or cd
The girl-boy 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 aint gotta like me, you just mad
Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be
We got the sh*t, 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
Im the witty one, franks the crook from the brook
Matty broke the neck of your coke connect
No respect squeeze off til all yall diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish
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
Niggaz step up, with just mase and em
Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused
The brick city, nobody come off like p-diddy
Business wise, I play men
Hide money on the island cayman, yall just betray men
You screamin, I position, competition
Nother day in the life of the comission
We got the real live sh*t from front to back
To my people in the world, where the f**k you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where the f**k my b**ches at?
Where my b**ches is at?
We got the real live sh*t from front to back
To my people in the world, where the f**k you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where the f**k my b**ches at?
Where my b**ches is at?
We got the real live sh*t from front to back
To my people in the world, where the f**k you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where the f**k my b**ches at?
Where my b**ches is at?
We got the real live sh*t from front to back
To my people in the world, where the f**k you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where the f**k my b**ches at?
Where my b**ches is at?
We got the real live sh*t from front to back

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