The Hit Crew - Victory Lyrics

Lyrics Victory - The Hit Crew




One, one, two
Check me out right here yo
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 airtight
So when you hear something, make sure you hear it right
Don't make a out of yourself by assuming
Our music keeps you moving, what are you proving?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug me baby, I'mma make you love me baby
Cause acting crazy ain't gon' get you nothing but choked
And that jealousy is only gon' leave you broke
So the only thing left now is God for these cats
And P, you know you're too hard for these cats
I'mma win cause I'm too smart for these cats
While they making up facts, we raking up plaques
Check the commission, to ask for permission with Len
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 suckas, they say my killing's too blatant
You hesitating, I'm in your momma crib waiting
Duct taping, your fam, destiny lay in my hand
Lay in my wrist, Francis M to the izzay phenomenal
Unrest under your vest by the abdominal
Rob a few bars so I can buy a few cars
Then I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, even when bent, real quick, real sick
When on mics I perform like Mike, anyone
Tyson, Jordan, Jackson, action, backbun
Ridiculous and I'm quick to bust if my ends you touch
Gets the girl you touch, in this world I clutch
To auto mato, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows militant y'all
Killing, oops crystal keep spilling
You overdid it holmes, you in the danger zone
You shouldn't be alone, hold hands and say it like me
The most shady, Frankie baby
Fantastic, graphic, trying to make dough like Jurassic
Park did with the spark kids who start shit
See me, only me, the underboss of this whole accord
Truly yours, Frank White
We got the real live hits from front to back
To my people in the world, where the hell you at?
Where my soldiers is at? Where my soldiers is at?
Where my real live soldiers, where my soldiers is at?
We got the real live hits from front to back
To my people in the world, where the hell you at?
Where my soldiers is at? Where my soldiers is at?
Where my real live soldiers, where my soldiers is at?
Put the money on the table and get your math on
Break it down split it up, get your laugh on
See you later dog, I'mma get my stash on
There's a bag full of money that I get my ass on
I never lose a passion to go platinum
Said I live it up 'til all the cash gone
Ain't that funny? People use plastic, plastic to make classics
Hotter than acid, P.D
You do what I may take to CD
The real boy killer, little teen iller
The famo, ammo, is like a candle
We been hot for a long time, burning like a candle
What you can do is check yo distribution
My songs pump your boots like Scarface produced 'em
You ain't got it like me
You just mad cause I tell it how it is and you tell it how it might be
We got this mad type, brass knuckles and flashlights
The heaters in the two-seaters, with the miras
Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's a crook from the Brook
Matty broke the neck of your connect
No respect, squeeze off 'til all y'all diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes until we finish
Jealous to the loot, escape in the coupe
Break bread with the kids, Pinero seeps loot
Black Rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacing him
Step up, we just macing 'em, placing 'em
In funerals, criminals turn to vowels
The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy
Business-wise, I play men
Hot money on the Isle of Cayman
Y'all just portray men, we spray men
Opposition, competition
Another day in the life of the commission
We got the real live hits from front to back
To my people in the world, where the hell you at?
Where my soldiers is at? Where my soldiers is at?
Where my real live soldiers, where my soldiers is at?
We got the real live hits from front to back
To my people in the world, where the hell you at?
Where my soldiers is at? Where my soldiers is at?
Where my real live soldiers, where my soldiers is at?
We got the real live hits from front to back
To my people in the world, where the hell you at?
Where my soldiers is at? Where my soldiers is at?
Where my real live soldiers, where my soldiers is at?
We got the real live hits from front to back
To my people in the world, where the hell you at?
Where my soldiers is at? Where my soldiers is at?
Where my real live soldiers, where my soldiers is at?



Writer(s): Bill Conti, Sean Combs, Steven Jordan, Christopher Wallace, Trevor Smith, Jason Phillips


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