Victory

One

One, two

Check me out right here, yo

Yo, the sun don't shine forever (

You can turn the track up a little bit for me

)

But as long as it's here, then we might as well shine together

(All up in my ears)

Better now than never,

business before pleasure

(The mic is loud, but the music isn't loud)

P. Diddy and the fam, who you know do it better?

Yeah right,

no matter what, we air tight

(Yeah)

So when you hear somethin', make sure you hear it right

Don't make an ass outta yourself by assumin' (

Yeah, now the mic is low now, turn the mics up some more

)

Our music keeps you moving, what are you proving? (

Turn that shit all the way up, yeah

)

You know that I'm two levels above you, baby (

Music's getting louder

)

Hug me, baby, I'ma make you love me, baby (

This shit hot

)

Talkin' crazy ain't gon' get you nuthin' but choked (

Uh-huh

)

And that jealousy is only gon' leave you broke (

Uh-huh, uh-huh

)

So the only thing left now is God for these cats (It's going the fuck down now)

And B.I.G., you know we too hard for these cats

I'ma win 'cause I'm too smart for these cats

While they makin' up facts (

Uh

)

, you raking up plaques

In the commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em

He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him

You heard of us, the murderous, most shady

Been on the low lately, the feds hate me

The son of Satan, they say my killing'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 Izz-H phenomenal

Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal

Rhyme a few bars so I could buy a few cars (A few cars)

And I kick a few flows so I could pick a few hoes (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-matos, used to call me fatso

Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (Castro)

Militant,

y'all faggots ain't killing shit

Oops, Cristal keep spilling, shit, you overdid it, holmes

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 fuck you at?

Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?

Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?

We got the real live shit from front to back

To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?

Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?

Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? Ha

Put your money on the table and get your math on

Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on

See you later, dawg, I'ma get my stash on

There's a bed full of money that I get my ass on

I never lose the passion to go Platinum

Said I'd live it up 'til all the cash gone

Ain't that funny? Only use plastic, craft it

To make classics, hotter than acid

P-D, rollin' on your tape or CD

The Billboard killer, no team iller

The Fam-o, ammo is every channel

We been hot for a long time, burning like a candle

What you can do is check your distribution

My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced 'em

You ain't gotta like me, you just mad

'Cause I tell it how it is and you tell it how it might be[Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.]

We got the shit mapped tight, brass knuckles and flashlights

The heaters in the two-seaters, with two miras

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'

Mad he 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 Louch

Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacing him

Niggas step up, we just macin' them, placin' them

In funerals, criminals turned aroused to Brick City

Nobody come off like P. Diddy (P. Diddy)

Business wise, I play men

Hide money on the Island Cayman

, y'all just betray men

We spray men (Ha), I position competition

Another day in the life of the commission

We got the real live shit from front to back

To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?

Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?

Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?

We got the real live shit from front to back (

Ayo, can y'all hear me out there?

)

To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (

Ayo, turn me up, nobody can hear me out there

)

Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?

Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?

We got the real live shit from front to back (

That's good, it's all fucked up now

)

To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?

Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (

Y'all know it's all fucked up now, right?

)

Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?

We got the real live shit from front to back (

What the fuck I'ma do now?

)

To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (

What I'ma do now?

)

Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (

Can y'all hear me out there?

)

Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?

We got the real live shit

(

Can y'all hear me out there?

)[Outro: Busta Rhymes &

Diddy

]

Fuck y'all niggas wanna do?

It's all fucked up now, what I'ma do now, huh?

What I'ma do now? It's all fucked up now