Victory - Puff Daddy & the Family ft The Notorious B.I.G. and Busta Rhymes (lyrics) One, one-two Check me out right here, yo Yo, the sun don\u0027t shine forever (you can turn the track up a little bit for me) But as long as it\u0027s 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 beats isn\u0027t loud) P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we airtight (yeah!) So when you hear somethin\u0027, make sure you hear it right Don\u0027t make a ass outta yourself, by assumin\u0027 (yeah, now the mic is lower, turn the mics up) Our music keeps you movin\u0027, what are you provin\u0027? (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah) You know that I\u0027m two levels above you, baby (music\u0027s gettin\u0027 louder) Hug me, baby, I\u0027ma make you love me, baby (this shit is hot!) Talkin\u0027 crazy ain\u0027t gonna get you nuthin\u0027 but choked (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 B.I.G. you know you too hard for these cats (it\u0027s all fucked up now) I\u0027ma win \u0027cause I\u0027m too smart for these cats While they makin\u0027 up facts (uh) you rakin\u0027 up plats In The Commission, you ask for permission to hit \u0027em He don\u0027t like me, him and wild wifey was wit\u0027 \u0027em (uh) You heard of us, the murderers, most shady Been on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of -, they say my killin\u0027s too blatant You hesitatin\u0027, I\u0027m in your mama crib waitin\u0027 Duct tapin\u0027, 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 (uh-huh) 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\u0027m 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\u0027all faggots ain\u0027t killin\u0027 shit Oops, Cristal, keep spillin\u0027 shit, you overdid it homes You in the danger zone, you shouldn\u0027t be alone Hold hands and say it like me The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic Graphic, tryin\u0027 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 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? Where my niggaz 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 niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? 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, I\u0027ma get my stash on There\u0027s a bed full of money that I get my ass on I never lose the passion to go platinum Said I\u0027d live it up \u0027til all the cash gone Ain\u0027t that funny, only use plastic, craft it To make classics, hotter than acid P-D, rollin\u0027 on your tape or CD The girl-boy killa, no team illa The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel We been hot for a long time, burnin\u0027 like a candle What you can do is check your distribution My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced \u0027em You ain\u0027t gotta like me, you just mad \u0027Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be 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\u0027m the witty one, Frank\u0027s the crook from the Brook\u0027 Matty broke the neck of your coke connect No respect, squeeze off \u0027til all y\u0027all diminish Shootouts for 20 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\u0027t no replacin\u0027 him Niggaz step up with just Mase and \u0027em Placin\u0027 them in funerals, criminals turned aroused The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy Business wise, I play men Hide money on the Island Cayman, y\u0027all just betray men You screamin\u0027, I position, competition \u0027Nother day in the life of The Commission We got the real live shit from front to back To my niggaz in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? We got the real live shit from front to back (aiyyo, can you hear me out there?) To my niggaz in the world, where the fuck you at? (Aiyyo, turn me up, nobody can hear me out there) Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? We got the real live shit from front to back (that\u0027s good, it\u0027s all fucked up now) To my niggaz in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? (Y\u0027all know it\u0027s 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\u0027ma do now?) To my niggaz in the world, where the fuck you at? (What I\u0027ma do now?) Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? (Can y\u0027all hear me out there?) Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? We got the real live shit (can y\u0027all hear me out there?) Fuck y\u0027all niggaz wanna do? It\u0027s all fucked up now What I\u0027ma do now, huh? What I\u0027ma do now It\u0027s all fucked up now

Jay Rock ft Kendrick Lamar - Hood Gone Love It

Music (by: DJ West) (ID: 410)

$Mos Def ft Nate Dogg - Oh no! Niggas ain't scared to hustle It's been 7 days, the same clothes Ask them originals 'cause they know Mos Def, Nate Dogg and Pharoahe Step away from the mic, they too cold The funk might fracture your nose [Mos Def:] Say my name, say my name Observe how I stake my claim I independently laid down and paved my game My own two raise my flame, 'cause dickridin' ain't my thang I earned what they said I wouldn't I got it the way they said I couldn't But now, I'm gettin' it and they whole grill is crooked Mad 'cause I'm gettin' caked out from my bookings When y'all was askin' permission, I just stepped up and took it What!? The kids better buy my rookie card now 'Cause after this year, the price ain't comin' down And if you got a joint bubblin', then get money now 'Cause in a minute, there's gonna be some real trouble comin' out Just a warnin', as usual some cats won't heed it The hard-headed always gotta feel it to believe it It's a shame they jealous gaze is too short to see it But when they face hit the cement, they nod in agreement We could play nice and decent$