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- Lloyd Banks - Victory 2004 Lyrics
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- P. DIDDY, NOTORIOUS B.I.G., BUSTA RHYMES, 50 CENT, LLOYD BANKS LYRICS
- Victory 2004
- [P. Diddy]
- 10 years...
- Yo the sun don't shine forever but as long as its here then we might as 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 ass outta yourself, by assumin
- My 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 motherfucker
- [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 fucked up now!
- [50 Cent]
- Yo!
- [P. Diddy]
- What the fuck yaw gonna do now?
- [50 Cent]
- Yo, we can't stay alive forever
- So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
- I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar
- G-Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta's
- Yea faggot, 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 ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
- I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy
- You know that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
- I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
- I'm the wrong one to provoke
- And rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you smoke
- So the only thing left now is toast for these cowrads
- I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards
- They pop shit '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 nigga 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 faggots ain't killin shit
- Ooops Cristal keep spillin shit, 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 shit
- See me, only me
- The Underboss of this holocaust
- Truly yours, Frank White
- [Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
- We got the real live shit 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]
- You know it can't 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 MC 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 I find out
- Who found out other MCs been tryin to find ya route
- This illman MC used to be on other shit
- Took home "Life after Death" and they studied it
- Listened to the double disk
- Now they all spit like they all legit
- Frank tell how we did!
- [B.I.G.]
- We got the shit, 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
- I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'
- Matty broke the neck of your coke 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
- Niggaz step up, we just macin them
- Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused
- The Brick City, nobody come off like P-Diddy
- Businesswise, 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 bitch like she Queen Latifah
- Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
- This shit 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 fuck us
- I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas
- I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, 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 burried
- Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga 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 niggas 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, when we 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 partin my braids
- Niggas 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 fucked like the gay rappa'
- I go the college on the tour
- I'm goin down in history nigga, 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 fuck, you gon' have to murder me
- Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
- You match now, back down
- Niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
- Catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishing 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 snatch 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 damn shame y'all still local
- I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals
- Nigga
- [Chorus (x3): Busta Rhymes]
- We got the real live shit 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 shit!
- What yaw niggas wanna do?
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