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  1. Lloyd Banks - Victory 2004 Lyrics
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  5. P. DIDDY, NOTORIOUS B.I.G., BUSTA RHYMES, 50 CENT, LLOYD BANKS LYRICS
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  7. Victory 2004
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  9.  
  10. [P. Diddy]
  11. 10 years...
  12.  
  13. Yo the sun don't shine forever but as long as its here then we might as well shine togeher
  14. Better now than never business before pleasure
  15. P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
  16. Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
  17. So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right
  18. Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
  19. My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
  20. You know that I'm two levels above you baby
  21. Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby
  22. It's ten years and we still runnin this motherfucker
  23.  
  24. [P. Diddy]
  25. Yeah!
  26.  
  27. [B.I.G.]
  28. One
  29.  
  30. [P. Diddy]
  31. As we procede to give you what you need!
  32.  
  33. [B.I.G.]
  34. One...Two!
  35.  
  36. [P. Diddy]
  37. It's all fucked up now!
  38.  
  39. [50 Cent]
  40. Yo!
  41.  
  42. [P. Diddy]
  43. What the fuck yaw gonna do now?
  44.  
  45. [50 Cent]
  46. Yo, we can't stay alive forever
  47. So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
  48. I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar
  49. G-Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta's
  50. Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
  51. Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
  52. Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
  53. I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy
  54. You know that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
  55. I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
  56. I'm the wrong one to provoke
  57. And rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you smoke
  58. So the only thing left now is toast for these cowrads
  59. I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards
  60. They pop shit 'till we start approaching these cowards
  61. While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers
  62.  
  63. [B.I.G.]
  64. In The Commision, you ask for permission to hit em
  65. He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit em
  66. You heard of us, the murderers, most shady
  67. Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
  68. The son of Satan, they say my killin's too blatant
  69. You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin
  70. Duct tapin, your fam destiny
  71. Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
  72. Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
  73. Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
  74. Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
  75. And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
  76. Excellence is my presence, never tense
  77. Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
  78. Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike
  79. Anyone -- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
  80. Action, pack guns, ridiculous
  81. And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
  82. Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
  83. Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso
  84. Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
  85. Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit
  86. Ooops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes
  87. You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone
  88. Hold hands and say it like me
  89. The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic
  90. Graphic, tryin to make dough, like Jurassic
  91. Park did quick to spark kids who start shit
  92. See me, only me
  93. The Underboss of this holocaust
  94. Truly yours, Frank White
  95.  
  96. [Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
  97.  
  98. We got the real live shit from front to back
  99. To my people in the world, where the hell you at?
  100. Where my soldiers is at? [2X]
  101. Where my real live my soldiers?
  102. Where my soldiers is at?
  103.  
  104. [P. Diddy]
  105. You know it can't stay dark for long
  106. They say its darkest before the dawn
  107. Cars before the storm
  108. I'm happy makes a bethus now preaching the song
  109. I can see B.I. rocking the Sean John yeah right
  110. This is for life afters like B.I. Frank White
  111. Yo Bad Boy for life
  112. No matter what the public say we gon prove
  113. There aint another MC who could feel ya shoes
  114. Cuz Biggie Smalls is the illest
  115. Realest my stones and killas got homes and villas
  116. Overseas and what was me I find out
  117. Who found out other MCs been tryin to find ya route
  118. This illman MC used to be on other shit
  119. Took home "Life after Death" and they studied it
  120. Listened to the double disk
  121. Now they all spit like they all legit
  122. Frank tell how we did!
  123.  
  124. [B.I.G.]
  125. We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
  126. The heaters in the two-seaters, with two midas
  127. Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
  128. P-Diddy run the city, show no pity
  129. I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'
  130. Matty broke the neck of your coke connect
  131. No respect squeeze off til all y'all diminish
  132. Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish
  133. Venice took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
  134. Break bread, with the kiss, Peniro, sheek loops
  135. Black Rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him
  136. Niggaz step up, we just macin them
  137. Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused
  138. The Brick City, nobody come off like P-Diddy
  139. Businesswise, I play men
  140. Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men
  141. You screamin, I position, competition
  142. Nother day in the life of the Comission
  143.  
  144. [Lloyd Banks]
  145. I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer
  146. And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
  147. Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
  148. This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
  149. We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
  150. Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna fuck us
  151. I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas
  152. I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
  153. Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
  154. When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
  155. I'ma break before I lay floor burried
  156. Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't burberry
  157. You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
  158. You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
  159. I know to watch botherin ya vision
  160. You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
  161. Why party wit a pigeon?
  162. I'm blowin a 10 cuz Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
  163. I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps
  164. I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
  165. Now every morning's a fast start
  166. And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark
  167. Run, when we startin a wave
  168. And leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
  169. I'm the young pimp pardon my age
  170. I don't got long hair but if I did she be partin my braids
  171. Niggas find what club they at
  172. Take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac
  173. Get advances from grey Acura
  174. See these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
  175. I go the college on the tour
  176. I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
  177. I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
  178. Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor
  179. By now, you probably heard of me
  180. Fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
  181. Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
  182. You match now, back down
  183. Niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
  184. Catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishing gear
  185. Heavy when I toke, C notes from different years
  186. Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
  187. You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya
  188. I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
  189. You better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
  190. You ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
  191. It's a damn shame y'all still local
  192. I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals
  193. Nigga
  194.  
  195. [Chorus (x3): Busta Rhymes]
  196.  
  197. We got the real live shit from front to back
  198. To my people in the world, where the hell you at?
  199. Where my soldiers is at? [2X]
  200. Where my real live my soldiers?
  201. Where my soldiers is at?
  202.  
  203. [Busta Rhymes]
  204. Whe got the real live shit!
  205.  
  206. What yaw niggas wanna do?
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