Victory (feat. The Notorious B.I.G. & Busta Rhymes) [2014 Remaster] (Explicit)
P. Diddy"Victory (feat. The Notorious B.I.G. & Busta Rhymes) [2014 Remaster] (Explicit)" เป็นเพลงของ P. Diddy, 2014, Pop ความยาว 4:42, 119 lines / 951 words
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0:00Victory (feat. The Notorious B.I.G. & Busta Rhymes) (Explicit) - Diddy (吹牛老爹)/Busta Rhymes (布斯塔·瑞恩)/The Notorious B.I.G.
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
3:05My 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 (feat. The Notorious B.I.G. & Busta Rhymes) (Explicit) - Diddy (吹牛老爹)/Busta Rhymes (布斯塔·瑞恩)/The Notorious B.I.G. 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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