P Diddy feat Biggie, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Busta Rhymes Victory 2004 Remix Lyrics

Artist: P. Diddy, Notorious B.I.G., 50 Cent, Busta Rhymes, Lloyd Banks
Album: Bad Boy's 10th Anniversary: The Hits
Song: Victory 2004

(Feat. Notorious B.I.G., 50 Cent, Busta Rhymes, Lloyd Banks)

Yo the sun don't shine forever but as long as its here we minus well shine togeher
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
Don't make a a__ outta yourself, by a__umin
Our 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 m_________er

[P. Diddy]
Yeah!

[B.I.G.]
One

[P. Diddy]
As we procede to give you what you need!

[B.I.G.]
One...Two!

[P. Diddy]
It's all f___ed up now!

[50 Cent]
Yo!

[P. Diddy]
What the f___ yaw gonna do now?

[50 Cent]
Yo, we can't stay alive forever
So if s___ hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more holes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea f__got, 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 a__ outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm c___y, raps rocky, n____ you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels above you n____
I'll club you n____, I never heard of you n____, ugly n____
I'm the wrong one to provoke
You rattin on n____s is only gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is tools for these cowrads
I got no friends, f___ most of these cowards
They pop s___ 'till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers

[B.I.G.]
In The Commision, you ask for permission to hit em
He don't 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 killin'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 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 n____ bent real quick
Real sick, brawl 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 f__gots ain't killin s___
Ooops Cristal keep spillin s___, 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 s___
See me, only me
The Underboss of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank White

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

We got the real live s___ from front to back
To my people in the world, where the hell you at?
Where my soldiers is at? [2X]
Where my real live my soldiers?
Where my soldiers is at?

[P. Diddy]
Come on it stay dark for long
They say its darkest before the dawn
Cars before the storm
I'm happy makes a bethus now preaching the song
I can see B.I. rocking the Sean John yeah right
This is for life afters like B.I. Frank White
Yo Bad Boy for life
No matter what the public say we gon prove
There aint another rapper who could feel ya shoes
Cuz Biggie Smalls is the illest
Realest my stones and killas got homes and villas
Overseas and what was me
Who found out other MCs been tryin to find ya route
This illman MC used to be on other s___
Took home "Life after Death" and then studied it
Listened to the double disk
Now they all spit
Frank tell how we did!

[B.I.G.]
We got the s___, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
The heaers in the two-seaters, with two midas
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'
Matty broke the neck of your c__e connect
No respect squeeze off til all y'all diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish
Venice took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, with the kiss, Peniro, sheek loops
Black Rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him
n____z step up, we just macin them
Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused
The Brick City, nobody come off like P-Diddy
Business rise, I play men
Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men
You screamin, I position, competition
Nother day in the life of the Comission

[Lloyd Banks]
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a b____ like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This s___ can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna f___ us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you f___as, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, n____ plad ain't burberry
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know to watch botherin ya vision
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 cuz Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare n____s since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move startin a wave
And leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the young pimp pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids
n____s find what club they at
Take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac
Get advances from grey Acura
See these record labels got most artists gettin f___ed like the gay rappa'
I go the college on the tour
I'm goin down in history n____, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor
By now, you probably heard of me
Fresh outta surgery, flashy as a f___, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
You match now, back down
n____s love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
Catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and official gear
Heavy when I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
You ain't rich, but we glad to s_____ ya
I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
You better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
You ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
It's a d___ shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals
n____

[Chorus (x3): Busta Rhymes]

We got the real live s___ from front to back
To my people in the world, where the hell you at?
Where my soldiers is at? [2X]
Where my real live my soldiers?
Where my soldiers is at?

[Busta Rhymes]
Whe got the real live s___!

What yaw n____s wanna do?