Текст песни 50 Cent - Victory 2004 (P. Diddy Feat. N

[P. Diddy - talking]
Ten years
Yo the sun don't shine forever
But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together
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
And 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'mma make you love me baby
It's ten years and we still runnin this motherfucker

[P. Diddy] + (Notorious B.I.G.)
Yeah! (one)
As we proceed to give you what you need
(One, two...)
It's all fucked up now
What the fuck y'all gonna do now?

[50 Cent] + (P. Diddy)
Yo, yo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah)
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)
G-Unit move around with them pounds and berretas (uh)
Yeah 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 yourself tryna stop me
I'm cocky, rap's "Rocky", nigga you sloppy
You know that I'm eight levels above you nigga
I'll plug you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
(what y'all gonna do now?)
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 cowards (that's right)
I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (that's right)
They pop shit 'til we start approachin these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers

[Notorious B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy)
In the Comission, 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 (yeah)
Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal (uh huh)
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah)
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh)
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)
Excellence is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (c'mon)
Anyone - Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh huh, yeah)
Action, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)
And I'm quick to bust, if my ends you touch (uh huh)
Kids or girl you touch (say what?), in this world I clutch (c'mon)
Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso (used to call me fatso)
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)
Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit
Oops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes (yeah)
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone
Hold hands and say it like me
The most shady (most shady), Frankie baby (Frankie baby), fantastic
Graphic, tryin to make dough, like "Jurassic"
"Park" did, quick to spark kids who start shit (c'mon, say what?)
See me, only me (yeah, I see you)
The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go)
Truly yours, Frank White

[Hook - Busta Rhymes] - w/ ad libs from P. Diddy
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?

[P. Diddy]
Aiyyo, it can't stay dark for long (can't stay dark for long)
They say its darkest before the dawn
Calms before the storm (c'mon)
I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin the Psalms (I see you Mase)
And I can see B.I. rockin the Sean John (let's go Big)
Yeah right, this is what "Life's After