Victory
The Notorious B.I.G. feat Puff Daddy & Busta Rhymes Lyrics
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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?
So when you hear somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'? (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'm a make you love me baby (this shit hot)
Talkin' crazy, ain't gon' get you nothin' 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 you too hard for these cats
I'm a win cause I'm too smart for these cats
While they makin' up facts (uh) you rakin' 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 iz-H phenomenal
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-matos, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flow's
Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin' shit
Oops Crystal 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, tryna make dough, like Jurassic
Park did quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, only me
The Under-boss 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 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?
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'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 girl-boy killa, no team illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel
We been hot for a long time burnin' 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
We got the shit, Mac 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'
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 Luc'
Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacin' him
Niggas step up, with just macin''em
Placin' 'em 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'all just betray men
You screamin', I position, competition
Another day in the life, of the commission (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, right?)
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?)
Fuck y'all niggas wanna do?
It's all fucked up now
What I'm a do now, huh?
What I'm a do now?
It's all fucked up now
"Victory" is a song by The Notorious B.I.G. featuring Puff Daddy and Busta Rhymes. It was released in 1998 as a promotional single from the album "No Way Out", and it is known for its aggressive and intense lyrics. In the song, Biggie raps about his life as a successful rapper, the power of his music, and his success in the music industry. He also brags about his skills as a rapper and his ability to stay ahead of his competitors.
The song opens with a message about the transience of life and the need to make the most of it, while Puff Daddy and Biggie collaborate on the chorus. Busta Rhymes later joins in with his fast-paced verse that adds to the aggressive tone of the song. Biggie's lyrics showcase his confidence and desire to be the best, while he also warns other rappers that he won't hesitate to take them down if they get in his way. The song ends with Biggie's uncertain thoughts about what to do next, hinting at the tragic end to his life that would come just months later.
Overall, "Victory" is a powerful song that showcases the impressive skill of Biggie Smalls as a rapper. It's a testament to his career and influence in the rap music industry, and it remains a popular song today for its intense lyrics and memorable chorus.
Line by Line Meaning
One, one two
Attention-grabbing introduction
Check me out right here yo
Asking the audience to listen
Yo, the sun don't shine forever
Acknowledging that success won't last forever
But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together
We should enjoy our success while it lasts and collaborate to succeed
Better now than never, business before pleasure
We should prioritize work before enjoyment
P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
There is no better team than us
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
We are successful and tight-knit
So when you hear somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't spread rumors without checking the facts
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Don't act foolishly by assuming things
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
Our music is entertaining, what more do we need to prove?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
I am more successful and talented than you
Hug me baby, I'm a make you love me baby
I am charismatic and will make people love me
Talkin' crazy, ain't gon' get you nothin' but choked
Talking foolishly won't get you anywhere
And that jealousy is only gonna leave you broke
Jealousy will only lead to failure
So the only thing left now is God for these cats
Divine intervention is the only hope for these people
And B.I.G. you know you too hard for these cats
I am too tough and successful for them to compete with
I'm a win cause I'm too smart for these cats
I will win because I am smarter than them
While they makin' up facts (uh) you rakin' up plaques
I am earning accolades while they are spreading lies
In The Commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em
I am a member of an organization that gives permission to attack rivals
He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him
Attack my enemies even when their loved ones are around
You heard of us, the murderous, most shady
Our reputation precedes us as violent and corrupt
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
I have been keeping a low profile to avoid law enforcement
The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant
People view me as evil for my violent actions
You hesitatin' I'm in your mama crib waitin'
I am ready and waiting to attack my enemies
Duct tapin' your fam' destiny lays in my hands
I have complete control over my rivals' fates and their families
Gat lays in my waist Francis, M to the iz-H phenomenal
I carry a gun and am a phenomenal rapper
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
I keep the gun close to my body
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
My rapping earns me enough money to buy luxury cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
I use my rapping skills to attract and control women
Excellence is my presence, never tense
I am confident and never nervous when performing
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
I act without hesitation and defeat my rivals easily
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike
I am legendary and perform like Michael Jordan
Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
I am compared to the greatest athletes of all time
Action, pack guns, ridiculous
I carry guns and am ready to act
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
I am quick to attack if you threaten my money
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
I protect children and women in my world
Two auto-matos, used to call me fatso
I was once called fat but now carry two guns
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows militant
I am now a powerful figure like Fidel Castro and have a strong rapping style
Y'all faggots ain't killin' shit
My rivals are weak and ineffective
Oops Crystal keep spillin' shit, you overdid it homes
Someone made a mistake and it's causing problems
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone
You are in a dangerous situation and should seek help
Hold hands and say it like me
Copy me and show your loyalty
The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic
I am the most corrupt and dangerous, and have great style
Graphic, tryin' to make dough, like Jurassic
I am making money like Jurassic Park made money
Park did quick to spark kids who start shit
Like the movie character, I am quick to attack those who challenge me
See me, only me
I am the only one who matters
The Under-boss of this holocaust
I am in charge of this violent world
Truly yours, Frank White
I am Frank White, and this is my world
We got the real live shit from front to back
We have the most authentic music from beginning to end
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where are my fans?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where are my male friends?
Where the fuck my bitches at?
Where are the women I control?
Put your money on the table and get your math on
Let's gamble and do some math to figure out the winnings
Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on
Split the money and enjoy ourselves
See you later Dog, I'ma get my stash on
Goodbye, I'm going to collect my money
There's a bed full of money that I get my ass on
I am sitting on a lot of money
I never lose the passion to go platinum
I always strive to be successful
Said I'd live it up 'til all the cash gone
I will enjoy my success until I run out of money
Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it
It's ironic that I use credit cards to buy expensive things and create art with it
to make classics, hotter than acid
I create classic music that is better than acid
P-D, rollin on your tape or CD
My music is so popular, it is played on your tapes and CDs
The girl-boy killa, no team illa
I am successful whether with men or women
The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel
My team and music is everywhere
We been hot for a long time burnin like a candle
We have been successful for a while and continue to be
What you can do is check your distribution
You should just worry about your own success
My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced 'em
My music is popular everywhere, even in Houston like the Scarface movie produced there
You ain't gotta like me, you just mad
You don't have to like me, you are just jealous
Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be
I am honest, while you are not
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
We have everything we need to be successful, including weapons
The heaters in the two-seaters, with two Midas
We have guns in our sports cars, like King Midas
Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
Women show us respect and kiss our rings
P. Diddy run the city, show no pity
I am in charge and show no mercy
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'
I am clever, while Frank is a criminal from Brooklyn
Matty broke the neck of your coke connect
My team killed your drug supplier
No respect squeeze off 'til all y'all diminish
We show no respect and attack until everyone is gone
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish
We will shoot at each other for a long time until someone wins
Venice took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
My team robbed and fled in a car from Venice Beach
Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Luc'
We will dine and share money with our team
Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacin' him
Our team is complete with Black Rob and he cannot be replaced
Niggas step up, with just Mase and 'em
We are strong enough to defeat our enemies even with just a few members
Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused
We will kill our rivals and they will become famous after their death
The Brick City, nobody come off like P.Diddy
I am unmatched in the tough city of Newark
Business wise, I play men
I am skilled in business and manipulating people
Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men
I hide my money in the Cayman Islands, while you betray your friends
You screamin, I position, competition
You are complaining while I am already ahead in the competition
Another day in the life, of the Commission
This is just another day in the daily life of our organized crime team
Fuck y'all niggas wanna do?
What do you want to do to us?
It's all fucked up now
Things have gone terribly wrong
What I'm a do now, huh?
What should I do now?
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Steven Jordan, Trevor Smith, Christopher Wallace, Sean Combs, Bill Conti, Jason Phillips
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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The Notorious B.I.G. I thought you were dead, weird...
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I do
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This wigga Dead
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This song always gave me chills when I was younger. It was like straight up war music and super aggressive. Now I lift weights to it.
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Definitely one of my favorites for the gym as well! 💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾
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I run to this on the tread
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