Lyrics Victory - 50 Cent
[P.
Diddy]
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'ma
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
niggaz
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
[Refrain]:
[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?
Where
my
niggaz
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's"
like
B.I.
Frank
White,
your
"Bad
Boy
For
Life"
No
matter
what
the
public
say
we
gon'
prove
It
ain't
another
MC
that
could
fill
ya
shoes
Cause
Biggie
Smalls
is
the
illest
Realest
my
stones
the
chillest,
got
homes
and
villas
Overseas
and
what
was
me,
I
found
out
Other
MC's
been
tryin
to
find
ya
route
(haha)
It's
ill
when
MC's
used
to
be
on
other
shit
(yeah,
c'mon)
Took
home
"Life
after
Death"
and
they
studied
it
(that's
right)
Listened
to
the
double
disc
(yeah)
Now
they
all
spit,
like
they
all
legit
(c'mon)
Frank
tell
how
we
did
it,
go
[Notorious
B.I.G.
& P.
Diddy]
We
got
the
shit,
Mac
tight,
brass
knuckles
and
flashlights
(yeah,
c'mon)
The
heaters
in
the
two-seaters,
with
two
midas
(uh
huh,
yeah)
Senoritas,
kiss
rings
when
you
meet
us
P.
Diddy
run
the
city,
show
no
pity
(that's
my
name)
I'm
the
witty
one
(yeah),
Frank's
the
crook
from
the
Brook'
(c'mon)
Matty
broke
the
neck
of
your
coke
connect
(say
what?)
No
respect
squeeze
off
'til
all
y'all
diminish
(uh
huh)
Shootouts
for
twenty
minutes,
until
we
finish
(take
that)
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
replacin
him
(Black
Rob,
I
see
you)
Niggaz
step
up,
with
just
Mase
and
'em
(yeah)
Placin
them
in
funerals,
criminals
turned
aroused
(yeah)
The
Brick
City,
nobody
come
off
like
P.
Diddy
(woo)
Business
wise,
I
play
men
Hide
money
on
the
Island
Cayman
(c'mon),
y'all
just
betray
men
(yeah)
You
screamin,
I
position,
competition
Another
day
in
the
life
of
the
Comission
[P.
Diddy]
Oh
it
ain't
over,
aiyyo
Banks
talk
to
'em
[Lloyd
Banks
& P.
Diddy]
I
got
a
industry
gangstress
that
argues
and
steams
the
reefer
(uh
huh)
And
flip
when
I
call
her
bitch
like
she
Queen
Latifah
(haha)
Now
all
the
vehicles
is
long
enough
to
stash
the
streetsweeper
(yeah)
This
shit
gon'
get
uglier
than
the
Master
P
sneaker
I'm
slidin
through
the
Ruckers,
with
Prada
on
the
Chuckers
(uh)
So
the
spring
break
hoes,
home
from
college
wanna
fuck
us
(ha)
I
ain't
here
to
drop
knowledge
on
you
suckers
(say
what?)
I'll
sick
rottweiler's
on
you
fuckers
(yeah),
cops
followin
to
cuff
us
Top
dollars
to
discuss
this,
whole
lotta
zeros
When
it
comes
to
paper
I
blow
the
soul
outta
hero
(uh
huh)
I'ma
break
'fore
I
lay
on
the
floor
buried
Besides,
every
rapper
ain't
a
star,
and
every
plaid
ain't
Burberry
(uh
huh)
You
can't
tame
Lloyd,
I'm
smokin
by
the
big
screen
(yeah)
And
changin
the
channel
looks
like
I'm
playin
the
game
boy
(woo)
I
know
the
watch
botherin
ya
vision
But
reach
and
I'll
put
a
dot
on
ya
head
like
it's
part
of
ya
religion
(yeah)
[Refrain]
x4
[P.
Diddy]
Yeah
Where
you
at?
Where
you
at?
Where
you
at?
Where
you
at?
I
told
y'all,
ten
years
from
now
we'll
still
be
on
top
We've
just
begun
Thank
you
...
thank
you
B.I.G.
forever
Bad
Boy
baby
You
know
the
rest
[Busta
Rhymes]
Fuck
y'all
niggaz
wanna
do?
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Album
Diary of a Soldier
1 Many Men
2 Soldier
3 After My Chedda
4 Your Life's on the Line
5 Be A Gentleman
6 Clue Freestyle
7 Rotten Apple
8 Kweli Freestyle
9 Poison
10 Victory
11 Fat Bitch
12 As The World Turns
13 Realest Nigga
14 That's What's Up
15 Bad News
16 Tainted
17 Ching Ching Freestyle
18 Get Out The Club
19 The World
20 You No Gangsta
21 Whoo Kid Freestyle
22 Rowdy Rowdy
23 Hail Mary
24 That Aint Gangsta
25 MTV Intro
26 Doo Wop Freestyle
27 Love Me
28 The Hit
29 Too Hot
30 Corner Bodega
31 Backseat
32 Dem Nah Ready
33 Change
34 Lantern Freestyle
35 Won't Stop
36 Elementary
37 21 Questions (remix)
38 Lay Me Down
39 Scarlett Skit
40 Deep Cover
41 Stretch (Freestyle)
42 Who You Rep With
43 The Reprecussions
44 Can't Fuck With Me
45 Whoa
46 Up in da Club
47 Get Money Mayne
48 Need a Girl (Freestyle)
49 If I Can Go Freestyle
50 Bump Freestlye
51 That Aint Gangsta 2002
52 Everything Is Alright
53 All Eye's Me
54 If You Want It
55 U Got to Be Crazy
56 G-Unit
57 Starbuck
58 The Heatwave
59 Poor Rich
60 If I Can't (remix)
61 Battle
62 Material Girl
63 Ya Heard Me
64 Ridin Thru the Hood
65 Loyalty
66 Killer Tape Freestyle
67 Bump That
68 G-Unit Anthem
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