Intro: Notorious B.I.G.
One one two
Check me out right here yo
Verse One: Puff Daddy
Yo the sun don’t shine forever
(BIG: You can turn the track up a little bit for me)
Turn me up yo
Can you here me?
But as long as it’s here then we might as well shine together
(BIG: All up in my ears)
Better now than never business before pleasure
(BIG: The mic is loud but the beats isn’t loud)
P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
(BIG: YEAH!)
So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right
Don’t make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
(BIG: YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the mics up)
Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
(BIG: Turn that shit all the way up, yeah)
You know that I’m two levels above you baby
(BIG: Music’s gettin louder)
Hug me baby, I’ma make you love me baby
(BIG: This shit is hot!)
Talkin crazy ain’t gonna get you nuthin but choked
(BIG: 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 BIG 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 (uhh) you rakin up plats
Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.
In a Commision, you ask for permission to hit em
He don’t like me, him and wild wifey was wit em
You heard of us, the murderous, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of satan
They say my killin’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 phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rob 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-matoes, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
militant, y’all faggots ain’t killin shit
Ooops Cristal 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, tryin to make dough, like Jurassic
Parked in quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, only me
The Underboss of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank White
Chorus: 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? (2X)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?
(repeat all 2X)
Verse Three: Puff Daddy
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 Billboard 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
Verse Four: Notorious B.I.G.
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
The heaers in the two-seaters, with two midas
Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
P-Diddy run the city, show no pity
I’m the witty one, Frank’s the crook fro
Now, one day I started telling everyone that “Killing Is My Business…” and I was hung like a Martyr
For “Looking Down the Cross” my “Skull Beneath The Skin”
Prophisized “Last rites/Loved to Death” my friends
Then I started seeing “Bad Omens” in my head
“Good Morning/Black friday” will I “Wake up Dead”?
If I “Aint Superstitious” then this won’t mean a Thing
But some crazy shit has happened since “The Conjuring”
Had fingers in my eyes, had needles in my veins
A knife right through my heart, I am a Victory
Came “Anarchy” to “Set the World Afire”
Pain of “Hook in Mouth”, ‘In My Darkest Hour”
Corruption of the world “Peace Sells…But Nobody’s Buying”
Ignorant religion “Holy Wars” and the dying, yeah
“Tornado” nearly got me By the “Skin of My Teeth”
“This Was My Life”,”Forclosure of My Dreams”
May the past “Rust in Peace” in “Hangar 18”
And “Countdown to Extinction” Just be a bad dream
“Lucretia” said…
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Now turn your back on things of the world
Let?s have our victory through Jesus
Trust in the Lord with all your heart
In all your ways acknowledge Him
And He shall make your paths straight
If any man be in Christ he is new
Chorus
We, we have the victory through Jesus
We, we have the victory through Jesus
Let?s stand and proclaim His name
Throughout the earth
Throughout the earth
There is a way that seems right unto a man
But it will end in death I say
The way I walk is chosen by the Lord
And He shall give His angels charge
To watch over you
If any man he take in Christ he is new
Chorus
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“Sieg”
Kehre jetzt den Dingen dieser Welt den R?cken zu,
wir haben den Sieg in Jesus.
Vertraue auf den Herrn von ganzem Herzen.
Danke Ihm auf allen deinen Wegen.
Und Er wird deine Pfade gerade machen.
Wenn jemand mit Christus lebt, dann ist er ein neuer Mensch.
Chorus
Wir, wir haben den Sieg durch Jesus
Wir, wir haben den Sieg durch Jesus
La?t uns aufstehen und seinen Namen ausrufen,
?berall, auf der ganzen Erde,
?berall, auf der ganzen Erde.
Es gibt einen Weg, den die breite Masse geht,
aber ich sage, dieser Weg endet im Tod.
Den Weg, den ich gehe, hat der Herr ausgew?hlt.
Und Er wird seinen Engeln befehlen,
auf dich aufzupassen.
Wenn jemand mit Christus lebt,
dann ist er ein neuer Mensch.
Chorus
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She’s got her reasons, she’s got her pride
Though she’s beaten black and blue
One fine day she’ll be walking outside
She’ll turn to see what is true
Won’t draw no curtains, be hiding no way
On that Victory Day
She’s stuck it out, she’s hung in tough
She won’t be running away
He says it will change, but each time it does
It starts up all over again
He wants the thunder, the crashing of waves
The guts, the glory of victory parades
She says it just never happens that way
On that Victory Day
Victory Day, Victory Day
There’s no rockets flaring, there’s no loud display
If you walk with me we’ll get there someway
On that Victory Day
In the sun, walk by the water, in the sun
She says life isn’t big, not it’s kind of small
Made of small moments, they’re all strung together
If you don’t look out, you might miss them all
Then it’s just passed you on by like the weather
He wants that thunder and crashing of waves
The guts, the glory of victory parades
She says I’ll give you much more than you’ll take
On that Victory Day
Victory Day, Victory Day
There’s no rockets flaring, there’s no loud display
If you walk with me we’ll get there someway
On that Victory Day
And he’s gotten so close and he won’t let it fade
And the reasons still haunt you for the mistakes you made
She says let it go, ’cause it’s time for a change
But he’s still a little boy trapped between pages
Time to walk away from him
She said “I’ll take you some place where I know it will change”
Victory Day, Victory Day
There’s no rockets flaring, there’s no loud display
If you walk with me we’ll get there someway
On that Victory Day, on that Victory Day
(Repeat)
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[Lil’ O shouting]
We bring the smash on you cowards
All you boys think we playing
We ain’t playing wit you punks
We gonna hit ya’ll where it hurts
Fuck em’ kill em’ all
Lil’ O – Chorus 2X:
Southside got a hold
With any means necssesary, victory n’gold
Man fuck these haters they don’t like the way we roll
We hit with the hot slugs, leave his body cold
Whoa, Whoa
[Verse 1- Lil’ O]
From this day forward the dirty south declares war
You boys better harden up like 36 South
I’m a raw don wit it my rhyme is like ya brain
And a sawn-off wit it you better come and get it
I ain’t playing wit you niggaz
Why do you think I stay spraying at you niggaz
You see me in ya nightmares caving in your liver
Kicking down ya doors now your shaking and ya shiver
And nigga I deliver, cuz I’m bored with you hoes
Knocking on your front door like em dominoes
We clutching four-fours, and emptying holes through ya body and frame
And I leave the witness sick so theres nobody to name
We was all in the game sex, money and murder
Southside represented, number one hater hurters
Plus we where ??? we shoot up convoys
By the toe truck nigga I wrecked you boys
Chorus 2X
[Verse 2- Will Lean of Botany Boys]
Victory in gold, applying pressure
Until the mystery unfold
Ducktape the family, now this bitch was being told
Hit em wit the heata and left his body cold
Froze with bullet holes
Nigga we bad actors, jackers, straight subtractors
Third coast paper stackers, thrown pistol packers
Boy I come and get ya, AK ripping at ya
On target like a missile while slugs whistle past ya
Bullets hot as hell, balancing like a scale
Mashing up the mail, slinging shells upon your tale
Feel sick heavy ass ??? when I starts the ripping
The side your head starts to chip in
And niggaz I’m in it to win it, don’t get offended
The plaque and the gold in the hold
I’m born a sinner plus we in the middle
Bullets bust the chemist, the menace, I finish
Thats how we pull the punks
Chorus 2X
[Verse 3- C-Note Of Botany Boys]
I’m fuckin over you boys,
Niggaz strapped up in the cut in the burbany cars
You wanna fool wit the rules you
What you claming red or blue
I’d rather have gold or green if ya know what I mean
But I gotta have a paper stack
Where the fuckin papers at, I want my money
Ain’t shit funny give me the keys, give me the G’s
Give me the code to your safe bitch nigga freeze
I want it all so I can ball
I want the lex wit the twenties so I can crawl
It’s war now, take a tip overtime
Got the rolex in H-Tex so I can over shine
Will Lean always strapped with the beam
You wanna fuck with Lil O, you gotta meet the four-four
And nigga C-Note, I’m strapped at all times
Yeh I’m always busting nine cuz I’m busting mine
Chorus 2X |
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