P. Diddy ft. The Notorious B.I.G. - Victory

pls comment or rate! lyrics: Verse one: puff daddy Yo, the sun dont shine forever (big: you can turn the track up a little bit for me) But as long as its here then we might as well shine together (big: all up in my ears) Better now than never, business before pleasure (big: the mic is loud, but the beats isnt loud) P-diddy and the fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight (big: yeah!) So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Dont make a ass outta yourself, by assumin (big: yeah! now the mic is lower, turn the mics up) Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin? (big: turn that shit all the way up, yeah) You know that Im two levels above you baby (big: musics gettin louder) Hug me baby, ima make you love me baby (big: this shit is hot!) Talkin crazy aint gonna get you nuthin but choked (big: uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) 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 Verse two: notorious b.i.g. 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 nigga 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 shit Ooops cristal keep spillin shit, 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 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 niggaz is at? (2x) Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (repeat all 2x) Verse three: puff daddy 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 ass 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 T