[{"id":30567134,"name":"Victory 2004","trackName":"Victory 2004","artistName":"Diddy","albumName":"Victory 2004","duration":381.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ten years\nYo, the sun don't shine forever\nBut as long as it's here then we might as well shine together\nBetter now than never, business before pleasure\nP. Diddy and the fam, who you know, do it better?\nYeah right, no matter what, we airtight\n\nAnd when you hear something, make sure you hear it right\nDon't make an ass out of yourself by assuming\nMy music keeps you moving, what are you proving?\nYou know that I'm two levels above you, baby\nHug me, baby, I'ma make you love me, baby\n\nIt's ten years and we still running this motherfucker\nYeah, as we proceed to give you what you need\nIt's all fucked up now (yo)\nWhat the fuck y'all gon' do now?\n\nYo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah)\nSo, if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together\nI'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)\nG-Unit move around with them pounds and Berretas\nYeah, faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it\nRegardless if it's handed to me, or I got to grab it\nDon't make an ass out of yourself tryna stop me\nI'm cocky, rap's \"Rocky\", nigga, you're sloppy\n\nYou know that I'm eight levels above you, nigga\nI'll plug you, nigga, I never heard of you, nigga, it's ugly, nigga (what y'all gon' do now?)\nI'm the wrong one to provoke\nAnd ratting on niggas is only gon' leave you smoked (come on)\nSo, the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right)\nWhich I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (uh-huh) (that's right)\nThey pop shit 'til we start approaching these cowards (uh-huh, uh-huh) (yeah)\nWhile we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers (uh) (come on)\n\nIn the commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em (huh?)\nHe don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him (uh)\nYou heard of us, the murderous, most shady\nBeen on the low lately, the feds hate me\nThe son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant\nYou hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin'\nDuct tapin', your fam' destiny\nLays in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah)\n\nFrancis, M to the Izz-H phenomenal (uh-huh)\nGun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah)\nRhyme a few bars, so I can buy a few cars (uh-huh)\nAnd I kick a few flows, so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)\nExcellence is my presence, never tense\nNever hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick\nReal sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (come on)\nAnyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh-huh, let's go, come on)\n\nAction, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)\nAnd I'm quick to bust if my ends you touch (say what?)\nKids or girl you touch (come on)\nTwo automatoes, used to call me fatso\nNow you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)\nMilitant, y'all faggots ain't killing shit\nOops, Cristal keep spillin' shit (oops, haha), you overdid it, Holmes (yeah)\nYou in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone\n\nHold hands and say it like me\nThe most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic\nGraphic, tryin' to make dough like \"Jurassic\nPark\" (come on) did, quick to spark kids who start shit (say what?)\nSee me (yeah), only me (I see you)\nThe Underboss of this holocaust (let's go)\nTruly yours, Frank White\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (come on)\nTo my people in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\nWhere my niggas is at? (Yeah), where my niggas is at? (Ayo)\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (I got something new I want to say, give me a sec)\n\nAyo, it can't stay dark for long (it can't stay dark for long)\nThey say it's darkest before the dawn (shh)\nCalms before the storm (come on)\nI'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin' the psalms (I see you, ladies)\nAnd I can see B.I. rockin' the Sean John (let's go, Big)\nYeah right, this is what \"life's after's\" like\nB.I. Frank White, your \"Bad Boy For Life\"\nNo matter what the public say, we gon' prove\nIt ain't another MC that could fill your shoes\n\n'Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest\nRealest, my stones the chillest, got homes and villas\nOverseas and what was me, I found out\nOther MCs been tryin' to find your route (haha)\nIt's ill when MCs used to be on other shit (yeah, come on)\nTook home \"Life after Death\" and they studied it (that's right)\nListened to the double disc (yeah)\nNow they all spit (come on) like they all legit\nFrank, tell 'em how we get, go\n\nWe got the shit mapped tight (yeah), brass knuckles and flashlights (come on)\nThe heaters in the two-seaters (uh-huh), with two miras (yeah)\nSenoritas, kiss rings when you meet us\nP. Diddy run the city, show no pity (what's my name?)\nI'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (come on)\nMad he broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)\nNo respect, squeeze off 'till all y'all diminish (uh-huh)\nShootouts for 20 minutes until we finish (take out)\n\nVenice took the loot, escaped in the coupe\nBreak bread with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch\nBlack Rob joined the Mob (Black Rob), it ain't no replacing him (I see him)\nNiggas step up, with just macin' them (yeah)\nPlacin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)\nThe Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)\nBusiness-wise, I play men\nHide money on the Island Cayman (come on), y'all just betray men (yeah)\nWe spray men, I position, competition\nAnother day in the life of the commission\n\nI got an industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh-huh)\nAnd flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah\nNow all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper (yeah)\nThis shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker (pff)\nI'm slidin' through the Ruckers with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)\nSo, the spring break hoes, home from college, wanna fuck us (ha)\nI ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)\nI'll sick Rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin' to cuff us (let's go, come on)\n\nTop dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros\nWhen it comes to paper, I blow the soul out the hero (uh-huh)\nI'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides\nEvery rapper ain't a star and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh-huh)\nYou can't tame Lloyd, I'm smoking by the big screen (yeah)\nAnd changin' the channel looks like I'm playin' the game, boy\nI know the watch bothering your vision\nBut reach, and I'll put a dot on your head (yeah) like it's part of your religion\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (yeah)\nTo my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\nWhere my niggas is at? (Where you at?) Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?)\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? (Where you at?) Where my bitches is at?\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (I told y'all)\nTo my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Ten years from now we'll still be on top)\nWhere my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (We've just begun)\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (thank you)\nTo my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Thank you)\nWhere my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (B.I.G. forever)\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (Bad Boy)\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (you know the rest)\nTo my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?\nWhere my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\nWe got the real live shit\n\nFuck y'all niggas want to do?","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.96] Ten years\n[00:13.78] Yo, the sun don't shine forever\n[00:15.77] But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together\n[00:19.12] Better now than never, business before pleasure\n[00:22.22] P. Diddy and the fam, who you know, do it better?\n[00:25.37] Yeah right, no matter what, we airtight\n[00:27.96] And when you hear something, make sure you hear it right\n[00:30.84] Don't make an ass out of yourself by assuming\n[00:33.46] My music keeps you moving, what are you proving?\n[00:36.21] You know that I'm two levels above you, baby\n[00:38.96] Hug me, baby, I'ma make you love me, baby\n[00:42.48] It's ten years and we still running this motherfucker\n[00:45.76] Yeah, as we proceed to give you what you need\n[00:50.85] It's all fucked up now (yo)\n[00:53.43] What the fuck y'all gon' do now?\n[00:55.14] Yo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah)\n[00:57.00] So, if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together\n[01:00.18] I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)\n[01:02.94] G-Unit move around with them pounds and Berretas\n[01:05.79] Yeah, faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it\n[01:08.23] Regardless if it's handed to me, or I got to grab it\n[01:10.78] Don't make an ass out of yourself tryna stop me\n[01:13.61] I'm cocky, rap's \"Rocky\", nigga, you're sloppy\n[01:16.06] You know that I'm eight levels above you, nigga\n[01:18.25] I'll plug you, nigga, I never heard of you, nigga, it's ugly, nigga (what y'all gon' do now?)\n[01:22.16] I'm the wrong one to provoke\n[01:23.62] And ratting on niggas is only gon' leave you smoked (come on)\n[01:26.35] So, the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right)\n[01:28.93] Which I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (uh-huh) (that's right)\n[01:31.82] They pop shit 'til we start approaching these cowards (uh-huh, uh-huh) (yeah)\n[01:34.34] While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers (uh) (come on)\n[01:36.60] In the commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em (huh?)\n[01:39.40] He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him (uh)\n[01:42.31] You heard of us, the murderous, most shady\n[01:44.82] Been on the low lately, the feds hate me\n[01:47.53] The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant\n[01:50.19] You hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin'\n[01:52.78] Duct tapin', your fam' destiny\n[01:55.07] Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah)\n[01:58.05] Francis, M to the Izz-H phenomenal (uh-huh)\n[02:00.50] Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah)\n[02:03.33] Rhyme a few bars, so I can buy a few cars (uh-huh)\n[02:05.44] And I kick a few flows, so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)\n[02:08.06] Excellence is my presence, never tense\n[02:10.99] Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick\n[02:13.48] Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (come on)\n[02:16.10] Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh-huh, let's go, come on)\n[02:18.69] Action, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)\n[02:21.26] And I'm quick to bust if my ends you touch (say what?)\n[02:23.64] Kids or girl you touch (come on)\n[02:26.59] Two automatoes, used to call me fatso\n[02:29.59] Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)\n[02:31.83] Militant, y'all faggots ain't killing shit\n[02:34.00] Oops, Cristal keep spillin' shit (oops, haha), you overdid it, Holmes (yeah)\n[02:37.36] You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone\n[02:40.09] Hold hands and say it like me\n[02:42.17] The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic\n[02:45.09] Graphic, tryin' to make dough like \"Jurassic\n[02:47.44] Park\" (come on) did, quick to spark kids who start shit (say what?)\n[02:50.30] See me (yeah), only me (I see you)\n[02:52.11] The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go)\n[02:54.09] Truly yours, Frank White\n[02:55.11] We got the real live shit from front to back (come on)\n[02:57.72] To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n[03:00.40] Where my niggas is at? (Yeah), where my niggas is at? (Ayo)\n[03:02.83] Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (I got something new I want to say, give me a sec)\n[03:05.45] Ayo, it can't stay dark for long (it can't stay dark for long)\n[03:07.60] They say it's darkest before the dawn (shh)\n[03:09.72] Calms before the storm (come on)\n[03:11.12] I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin' the psalms (I see you, ladies)\n[03:13.65] And I can see B.I. rockin' the Sean John (let's go, Big)\n[03:16.32] Yeah right, this is what \"life's after's\" like\n[03:18.86] B.I. Frank White, your \"Bad Boy For Life\"\n[03:21.40] No matter what the public say, we gon' prove\n[03:24.09] It ain't another MC that could fill your shoes\n[03:26.95] 'Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest\n[03:28.88] Realest, my stones the chillest, got homes and villas\n[03:32.19] Overseas and what was me, I found out\n[03:34.75] Other MCs been tryin' to find your route (haha)\n[03:37.54] It's ill when MCs used to be on other shit (yeah, come on)\n[03:40.04] Took home \"Life after Death\" and they studied it (that's right)\n[03:42.44] Listened to the double disc (yeah)\n[03:43.84] Now they all spit (come on) like they all legit\n[03:46.18] Frank, tell 'em how we get, go\n[03:47.44] We got the shit mapped tight (yeah), brass knuckles and flashlights (come on)\n[03:50.21] The heaters in the two-seaters (uh-huh), with two miras (yeah)\n[03:53.17] Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us\n[03:55.72] P. Diddy run the city, show no pity (what's my name?)\n[03:58.32] I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (come on)\n[04:00.94] Mad he broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)\n[04:03.36] No respect, squeeze off 'till all y'all diminish (uh-huh)\n[04:06.17] Shootouts for 20 minutes until we finish (take out)\n[04:08.79] Venice took the loot, escaped in the coupe\n[04:11.08] Break bread with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch\n[04:13.62] Black Rob joined the Mob (Black Rob), it ain't no replacing him (I see him)\n[04:16.52] Niggas step up, with just macin' them (yeah)\n[04:18.68] Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)\n[04:21.48] The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)\n[04:24.30] Business-wise, I play men\n[04:26.10] Hide money on the Island Cayman (come on), y'all just betray men (yeah)\n[04:29.46] We spray men, I position, competition\n[04:31.83] Another day in the life of the commission\n[04:33.86] I got an industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh-huh)\n[04:37.12] And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah\n[04:39.75] Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper (yeah)\n[04:42.76] This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker (pff)\n[04:45.08] I'm slidin' through the Ruckers with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)\n[04:47.68] So, the spring break hoes, home from college, wanna fuck us (ha)\n[04:50.46] I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)\n[04:52.67] I'll sick Rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin' to cuff us (let's go, come on)\n[04:55.76] Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros\n[04:58.32] When it comes to paper, I blow the soul out the hero (uh-huh)\n[05:01.01] I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides\n[05:03.45] Every rapper ain't a star and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh-huh)\n[05:06.14] You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smoking by the big screen (yeah)\n[05:08.78] And changin' the channel looks like I'm playin' the game, boy\n[05:11.56] I know the watch bothering your vision\n[05:13.39] But reach, and I'll put a dot on your head (yeah) like it's part of your religion\n[05:16.22] We got the real live shit from front to back (yeah)\n[05:19.09] To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n[05:21.74] Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?) Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?)\n[05:24.28] Where the fuck my bitches at? (Where you at?) Where my bitches is at?\n[05:26.65] We got the real live shit from front to back (I told y'all)\n[05:29.43] To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Ten years from now we'll still be on top)\n[05:32.17] Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (We've just begun)\n[05:34.47] Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n[05:37.05] We got the real live shit from front to back (thank you)\n[05:39.96] To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Thank you)\n[05:42.36] Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (B.I.G. forever)\n[05:45.25] Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (Bad Boy)\n[05:47.76] We got the real live shit from front to back (you know the rest)\n[05:50.32] To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?\n[05:53.09] Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?\n[05:55.63] Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n[05:58.05] We got the real live shit\n[05:59.94] Fuck y'all niggas want to do?\n[06:02.38] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Victory 2004\n  artist: Diddy\n  album: Victory 2004\n  duration_ms: 381000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ten years\n  start_ms: 10960\n  end_ms: 13780\n- text: Yo, the sun don't shine forever\n  start_ms: 13780\n  end_ms: 15770\n- text: But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together\n  start_ms: 15770\n  end_ms: 19120\n- text: Better now than never, business before pleasure\n  start_ms: 19120\n  end_ms: 22220\n- text: P. 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(Where you at?)\n  start_ms: 177720\n  end_ms: 180400\n- text: Where my niggas is at? (Yeah), where my niggas is at? (Ayo)\n  start_ms: 180400\n  end_ms: 182830\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (I got something new I want to say, give me a sec)\n  start_ms: 182830\n  end_ms: 185450\n- text: Ayo, it can't stay dark for long (it can't stay dark for long)\n  start_ms: 185450\n  end_ms: 187600\n- text: They say it's darkest before the dawn (shh)\n  start_ms: 187600\n  end_ms: 189720\n- text: Calms before the storm (come on)\n  start_ms: 189720\n  end_ms: 191120\n- text: I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin' the psalms (I see you, ladies)\n  start_ms: 191120\n  end_ms: 193650\n- text: And I can see B.I. rockin' the Sean John (let's go, Big)\n  start_ms: 193650\n  end_ms: 196320\n- text: Yeah right, this is what \"life's after's\" like\n  start_ms: 196320\n  end_ms: 198860\n- text: B.I. Frank White, your \"Bad Boy For Life\"\n  start_ms: 198860\n  end_ms: 201400\n- text: No matter what the public say, we gon' prove\n  start_ms: 201400\n  end_ms: 204090\n- text: It ain't another MC that could fill your shoes\n  start_ms: 204090\n  end_ms: 206950\n- text: '''Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest'\n  start_ms: 206950\n  end_ms: 208880\n- text: Realest, my stones the chillest, got homes and villas\n  start_ms: 208880\n  end_ms: 212190\n- text: Overseas and what was me, I found out\n  start_ms: 212190\n  end_ms: 214750\n- text: Other MCs been tryin' to find your route (haha)\n  start_ms: 214750\n  end_ms: 217540\n- text: It's ill when MCs used to be on other shit (yeah, come on)\n  start_ms: 217540\n  end_ms: 220040\n- text: Took home \"Life after Death\" and they studied it (that's right)\n  start_ms: 220040\n  end_ms: 222440\n- text: Listened to the double disc (yeah)\n  start_ms: 222440\n  end_ms: 223840\n- text: Now they all spit (come on) like they all legit\n  start_ms: 223840\n  end_ms: 226180\n- text: Frank, tell 'em how we get, go\n  start_ms: 226180\n  end_ms: 227440\n- text: We got the shit mapped tight (yeah), brass knuckles and flashlights (come on)\n  start_ms: 227440\n  end_ms: 230210\n- text: The heaters in the two-seaters (uh-huh), with two miras (yeah)\n  start_ms: 230210\n  end_ms: 233170\n- text: Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us\n  start_ms: 233170\n  end_ms: 235720\n- text: P. Diddy run the city, show no pity (what's my name?)\n  start_ms: 235720\n  end_ms: 238320\n- text: I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (come on)\n  start_ms: 238320\n  end_ms: 240940\n- text: Mad he broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)\n  start_ms: 240940\n  end_ms: 243360\n- text: No respect, squeeze off 'till all y'all diminish (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 243360\n  end_ms: 246170\n- text: Shootouts for 20 minutes until we finish (take out)\n  start_ms: 246170\n  end_ms: 248790\n- text: Venice took the loot, escaped in the coupe\n  start_ms: 248790\n  end_ms: 251080\n- text: Break bread with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch\n  start_ms: 251080\n  end_ms: 253620\n- text: Black Rob joined the Mob (Black Rob), it ain't no replacing him (I see him)\n  start_ms: 253620\n  end_ms: 256520\n- text: Niggas step up, with just macin' them (yeah)\n  start_ms: 256520\n  end_ms: 258680\n- text: Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)\n  start_ms: 258680\n  end_ms: 261480\n- text: The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)\n  start_ms: 261480\n  end_ms: 264300\n- text: Business-wise, I play men\n  start_ms: 264300\n  end_ms: 266100\n- text: Hide money on the Island Cayman (come on), y'all just betray men (yeah)\n  start_ms: 266100\n  end_ms: 269460\n- text: We spray men, I position, competition\n  start_ms: 269460\n  end_ms: 271830\n- text: Another day in the life of the commission\n  start_ms: 271830\n  end_ms: 273860\n- text: I got an industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 273860\n  end_ms: 277120\n- text: And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah\n  start_ms: 277120\n  end_ms: 279750\n- text: Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper (yeah)\n  start_ms: 279750\n  end_ms: 282760\n- text: This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker (pff)\n  start_ms: 282760\n  end_ms: 285080\n- text: I'm slidin' through the Ruckers with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)\n  start_ms: 285080\n  end_ms: 287680\n- text: So, the spring break hoes, home from college, wanna fuck us (ha)\n  start_ms: 287680\n  end_ms: 290460\n- text: I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)\n  start_ms: 290460\n  end_ms: 292670\n- text: I'll sick Rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin' to cuff us (let's go, come on)\n  start_ms: 292670\n  end_ms: 295760\n- text: Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros\n  start_ms: 295760\n  end_ms: 298320\n- text: When it comes to paper, I blow the soul out the hero (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 298320\n  end_ms: 301010\n- text: I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides\n  start_ms: 301010\n  end_ms: 303450\n- text: Every rapper ain't a star and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 303450\n  end_ms: 306140\n- text: You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smoking by the big screen (yeah)\n  start_ms: 306140\n  end_ms: 308780\n- text: And changin' the channel looks like I'm playin' the game, boy\n  start_ms: 308780\n  end_ms: 311560\n- text: I know the watch bothering your vision\n  start_ms: 311560\n  end_ms: 313390\n- text: But reach, and I'll put a dot on your head (yeah) like it's part of your religion\n  start_ms: 313390\n  end_ms: 316220\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (yeah)\n  start_ms: 316220\n  end_ms: 319090\n- text: To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n  start_ms: 319090\n  end_ms: 321740\n- text: Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?) Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?)\n  start_ms: 321740\n  end_ms: 324280\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? (Where you at?) Where my bitches is at?\n  start_ms: 324280\n  end_ms: 326650\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (I told y'all)\n  start_ms: 326650\n  end_ms: 329430\n- text: To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Ten years from now we'll still be on top)\n  start_ms: 329430\n  end_ms: 332170\n- text: Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (We've just begun)\n  start_ms: 332170\n  end_ms: 334470\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n  start_ms: 334470\n  end_ms: 337050\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (thank you)\n  start_ms: 337050\n  end_ms: 339960\n- text: To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Thank you)\n  start_ms: 339960\n  end_ms: 342360\n- text: Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (B.I.G. forever)\n  start_ms: 342360\n  end_ms: 345250\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (Bad Boy)\n  start_ms: 345250\n  end_ms: 347760\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (you know the rest)\n  start_ms: 347760\n  end_ms: 350320\n- text: To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?\n  start_ms: 350320\n  end_ms: 353090\n- text: Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?\n  start_ms: 353090\n  end_ms: 355630\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n  start_ms: 355630\n  end_ms: 358050\n- text: We got the real live shit\n  start_ms: 358050\n  end_ms: 359940\n- text: Fuck y'all niggas want to do?\n  start_ms: 359940\n  end_ms: 362380\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 362380\nplain: |-\n  Ten years\n  Yo, the sun don't shine forever\n  But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together\n  Better now than never, business before pleasure\n  P. Diddy and the fam, who you know, do it better?\n  Yeah right, no matter what, we airtight\n\n  And when you hear something, make sure you hear it right\n  Don't make an ass out of yourself by assuming\n  My music keeps you moving, what are you proving?\n  You know that I'm two levels above you, baby\n  Hug me, baby, I'ma make you love me, baby\n\n  It's ten years and we still running this motherfucker\n  Yeah, as we proceed to give you what you need\n  It's all fucked up now (yo)\n  What the fuck y'all gon' do now?\n\n  Yo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah)\n  So, if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together\n  I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)\n  G-Unit move around with them pounds and Berretas\n  Yeah, faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it\n  Regardless if it's handed to me, or I got to grab it\n  Don't make an ass out of yourself tryna stop me\n  I'm cocky, rap's \"Rocky\", nigga, you're sloppy\n\n  You know that I'm eight levels above you, nigga\n  I'll plug you, nigga, I never heard of you, nigga, it's ugly, nigga (what y'all gon' do now?)\n  I'm the wrong one to provoke\n  And ratting on niggas is only gon' leave you smoked (come on)\n  So, the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right)\n  Which I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (uh-huh) (that's right)\n  They pop shit 'til we start approaching these cowards (uh-huh, uh-huh) (yeah)\n  While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers (uh) (come on)\n\n  In the commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em (huh?)\n  He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him (uh)\n  You heard of us, the murderous, most shady\n  Been on the low lately, the feds hate me\n  The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant\n  You hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin'\n  Duct tapin', your fam' destiny\n  Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah)\n\n  Francis, M to the Izz-H phenomenal (uh-huh)\n  Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah)\n  Rhyme a few bars, so I can buy a few cars (uh-huh)\n  And I kick a few flows, so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)\n  Excellence is my presence, never tense\n  Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick\n  Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (come on)\n  Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh-huh, let's go, come on)\n\n  Action, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)\n  And I'm quick to bust if my ends you touch (say what?)\n  Kids or girl you touch (come on)\n  Two automatoes, used to call me fatso\n  Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)\n  Militant, y'all faggots ain't killing shit\n  Oops, Cristal keep spillin' shit (oops, haha), you overdid it, Holmes (yeah)\n  You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone\n\n  Hold hands and say it like me\n  The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic\n  Graphic, tryin' to make dough like \"Jurassic\n  Park\" (come on) did, quick to spark kids who start shit (say what?)\n  See me (yeah), only me (I see you)\n  The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go)\n  Truly yours, Frank White\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (come on)\n  To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n  Where my niggas is at? (Yeah), where my niggas is at? (Ayo)\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (I got something new I want to say, give me a sec)\n\n  Ayo, it can't stay dark for long (it can't stay dark for long)\n  They say it's darkest before the dawn (shh)\n  Calms before the storm (come on)\n  I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin' the psalms (I see you, ladies)\n  And I can see B.I. rockin' the Sean John (let's go, Big)\n  Yeah right, this is what \"life's after's\" like\n  B.I. Frank White, your \"Bad Boy For Life\"\n  No matter what the public say, we gon' prove\n  It ain't another MC that could fill your shoes\n\n  'Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest\n  Realest, my stones the chillest, got homes and villas\n  Overseas and what was me, I found out\n  Other MCs been tryin' to find your route (haha)\n  It's ill when MCs used to be on other shit (yeah, come on)\n  Took home \"Life after Death\" and they studied it (that's right)\n  Listened to the double disc (yeah)\n  Now they all spit (come on) like they all legit\n  Frank, tell 'em how we get, go\n\n  We got the shit mapped tight (yeah), brass knuckles and flashlights (come on)\n  The heaters in the two-seaters (uh-huh), with two miras (yeah)\n  Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us\n  P. Diddy run the city, show no pity (what's my name?)\n  I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (come on)\n  Mad he broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)\n  No respect, squeeze off 'till all y'all diminish (uh-huh)\n  Shootouts for 20 minutes until we finish (take out)\n\n  Venice took the loot, escaped in the coupe\n  Break bread with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch\n  Black Rob joined the Mob (Black Rob), it ain't no replacing him (I see him)\n  Niggas step up, with just macin' them (yeah)\n  Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)\n  The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)\n  Business-wise, I play men\n  Hide money on the Island Cayman (come on), y'all just betray men (yeah)\n  We spray men, I position, competition\n  Another day in the life of the commission\n\n  I got an industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh-huh)\n  And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah\n  Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper (yeah)\n  This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker (pff)\n  I'm slidin' through the Ruckers with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)\n  So, the spring break hoes, home from college, wanna fuck us (ha)\n  I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)\n  I'll sick Rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin' to cuff us (let's go, come on)\n\n  Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros\n  When it comes to paper, I blow the soul out the hero (uh-huh)\n  I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides\n  Every rapper ain't a star and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh-huh)\n  You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smoking by the big screen (yeah)\n  And changin' the channel looks like I'm playin' the game, boy\n  I know the watch bothering your vision\n  But reach, and I'll put a dot on your head (yeah) like it's part of your religion\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (yeah)\n  To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n  Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?) Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?)\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? (Where you at?) Where my bitches is at?\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (I told y'all)\n  To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Ten years from now we'll still be on top)\n  Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (We've just begun)\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (thank you)\n  To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Thank you)\n  Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (B.I.G. forever)\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (Bad Boy)\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (you know the rest)\n  To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?\n  Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n  We got the real live shit\n\n  Fuck y'all niggas want to do?\n"},{"id":33849810,"name":"Victory 2004","trackName":"Victory 2004","artistName":"Diddy","albumName":"Victory 2004","duration":385.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ten years\nYo, the sun don't shine forever\nBut as long as it's here then we might as well shine together\nBetter now than never, business before pleasure\nP. Diddy and the fam, who you know, do it better?\nYeah right, no matter what, we airtight\n\nAnd when you hear something, make sure you hear it right\nDon't make an ass out of yourself by assuming\nMy music keeps you moving, what are you proving?\nYou know that I'm two levels above you, baby\nHug me, baby, I'ma make you love me, baby\n\nIt's ten years and we still running this motherfucker\nYeah, as we proceed to give you what you need\nIt's all fucked up now (yo)\nWhat the fuck y'all gon' do now?\n\nYo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah)\nSo, if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together\nI'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)\nG-Unit move around with them pounds and Berretas\nYeah, faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it\nRegardless if it's handed to me, or I got to grab it\nDon't make an ass out of yourself tryna stop me\nI'm cocky, rap's \"Rocky\", nigga, you're sloppy\n\nYou know that I'm eight levels above you, nigga\nI'll plug you, nigga, I never heard of you, nigga, it's ugly, nigga (what y'all gon' do now?)\nI'm the wrong one to provoke\nAnd ratting on niggas is only gon' leave you smoked (come on)\nSo, the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right)\nWhich I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (uh-huh) (that's right)\nThey pop shit 'til we start approaching these cowards (uh-huh, uh-huh) (yeah)\nWhile we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers (uh) (come on)\n\nIn the commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em (huh?)\nHe don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him (uh)\nYou heard of us, the murderous, most shady\nBeen on the low lately, the feds hate me\nThe son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant\nYou hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin'\nDuct tapin', your fam' destiny\nLays in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah)\n\nFrancis, M to the Izz-H phenomenal (uh-huh)\nGun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah)\nRhyme a few bars, so I can buy a few cars (uh-huh)\nAnd I kick a few flows, so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)\nExcellence is my presence, never tense\nNever hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick\nReal sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (come on)\nAnyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh-huh, let's go, come on)\n\nAction, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)\nAnd I'm quick to bust if my ends you touch (say what?)\nKids or girl you touch (come on)\nTwo automatoes, used to call me fatso\nNow you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)\nMilitant, y'all faggots ain't killing shit\nOops, Cristal keep spillin' shit (oops, haha), you overdid it, Holmes (yeah)\nYou in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone\n\nHold hands and say it like me\nThe most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic\nGraphic, tryin' to make dough like \"Jurassic\nPark\" (come on) did, quick to spark kids who start shit (say what?)\nSee me (yeah), only me (I see you)\nThe Underboss of this holocaust (let's go)\nTruly yours, Frank White\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (come on)\nTo my people in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\nWhere my niggas is at? (Yeah), where my niggas is at? (Ayo)\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (I got something new I want to say, give me a sec)\n\nAyo, it can't stay dark for long (it can't stay dark for long)\nThey say it's darkest before the dawn (shh)\nCalms before the storm (come on)\nI'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin' the psalms (I see you, ladies)\nAnd I can see B.I. rockin' the Sean John (let's go, Big)\nYeah right, this is what \"life's after's\" like\nB.I. Frank White, your \"Bad Boy For Life\"\nNo matter what the public say, we gon' prove\nIt ain't another MC that could fill your shoes\n\n'Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest\nRealest, my stones the chillest, got homes and villas\nOverseas and what was me, I found out\nOther MCs been tryin' to find your route (haha)\nIt's ill when MCs used to be on other shit (yeah, come on)\nTook home \"Life after Death\" and they studied it (that's right)\nListened to the double disc (yeah)\nNow they all spit (come on) like they all legit\nFrank, tell 'em how we get, go\n\nWe got the shit mapped tight (yeah), brass knuckles and flashlights (come on)\nThe heaters in the two-seaters (uh-huh), with two miras (yeah)\nSenoritas, kiss rings when you meet us\nP. Diddy run the city, show no pity (what's my name?)\nI'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (come on)\nMad he broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)\nNo respect, squeeze off 'till all y'all diminish (uh-huh)\nShootouts for 20 minutes until we finish (take out)\n\nVenice took the loot, escaped in the coupe\nBreak bread with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch\nBlack Rob joined the Mob (Black Rob), it ain't no replacing him (I see him)\nNiggas step up, with just macin' them (yeah)\nPlacin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)\nThe Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)\nBusiness-wise, I play men\nHide money on the Island Cayman (come on), y'all just betray men (yeah)\nWe spray men, I position, competition\nAnother day in the life of the commission\n\nI got an industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh-huh)\nAnd flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah\nNow all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper (yeah)\nThis shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker (pff)\nI'm slidin' through the Ruckers with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)\nSo, the spring break hoes, home from college, wanna fuck us (ha)\nI ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)\nI'll sick Rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin' to cuff us (let's go, come on)\n\nTop dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros\nWhen it comes to paper, I blow the soul out the hero (uh-huh)\nI'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides\nEvery rapper ain't a star and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh-huh)\nYou can't tame Lloyd, I'm smoking by the big screen (yeah)\nAnd changin' the channel looks like I'm playin' the game, boy\nI know the watch bothering your vision\nBut reach, and I'll put a dot on your head (yeah) like it's part of your religion\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (yeah)\nTo my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\nWhere my niggas is at? (Where you at?) Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?)\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? (Where you at?) Where my bitches is at?\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (I told y'all)\nTo my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Ten years from now we'll still be on top)\nWhere my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (We've just begun)\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (thank you)\nTo my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Thank you)\nWhere my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (B.I.G. forever)\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (Bad Boy)\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (you know the rest)\nTo my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?\nWhere my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\nWe got the real live shit\n\nFuck y'all niggas want to do?","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.96] Ten years\n[00:13.78] Yo, the sun don't shine forever\n[00:15.77] But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together\n[00:19.12] Better now than never, business before pleasure\n[00:22.22] P. Diddy and the fam, who you know, do it better?\n[00:25.37] Yeah right, no matter what, we airtight\n[00:27.96] And when you hear something, make sure you hear it right\n[00:30.84] Don't make an ass out of yourself by assuming\n[00:33.46] My music keeps you moving, what are you proving?\n[00:36.21] You know that I'm two levels above you, baby\n[00:38.96] Hug me, baby, I'ma make you love me, baby\n[00:42.48] It's ten years and we still running this motherfucker\n[00:45.76] Yeah, as we proceed to give you what you need\n[00:50.85] It's all fucked up now (yo)\n[00:53.43] What the fuck y'all gon' do now?\n[00:55.14] Yo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah)\n[00:57.00] So, if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together\n[01:00.18] I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)\n[01:02.94] G-Unit move around with them pounds and Berretas\n[01:05.79] Yeah, faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it\n[01:08.23] Regardless if it's handed to me, or I got to grab it\n[01:10.78] Don't make an ass out of yourself tryna stop me\n[01:13.61] I'm cocky, rap's \"Rocky\", nigga, you're sloppy\n[01:16.06] You know that I'm eight levels above you, nigga\n[01:18.25] I'll plug you, nigga, I never heard of you, nigga, it's ugly, nigga (what y'all gon' do now?)\n[01:22.16] I'm the wrong one to provoke\n[01:23.62] And ratting on niggas is only gon' leave you smoked (come on)\n[01:26.35] So, the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right)\n[01:28.93] Which I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (uh-huh) (that's right)\n[01:31.82] They pop shit 'til we start approaching these cowards (uh-huh, uh-huh) (yeah)\n[01:34.34] While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers (uh) (come on)\n[01:36.60] In the commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em (huh?)\n[01:39.40] He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him (uh)\n[01:42.31] You heard of us, the murderous, most shady\n[01:44.82] Been on the low lately, the feds hate me\n[01:47.53] The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant\n[01:50.19] You hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin'\n[01:52.78] Duct tapin', your fam' destiny\n[01:55.07] Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah)\n[01:58.05] Francis, M to the Izz-H phenomenal (uh-huh)\n[02:00.50] Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah)\n[02:03.33] Rhyme a few bars, so I can buy a few cars (uh-huh)\n[02:05.44] And I kick a few flows, so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)\n[02:08.06] Excellence is my presence, never tense\n[02:10.99] Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick\n[02:13.48] Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (come on)\n[02:16.10] Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh-huh, let's go, come on)\n[02:18.69] Action, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)\n[02:21.26] And I'm quick to bust if my ends you touch (say what?)\n[02:23.64] Kids or girl you touch (come on)\n[02:26.59] Two automatoes, used to call me fatso\n[02:29.59] Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)\n[02:31.83] Militant, y'all faggots ain't killing shit\n[02:34.00] Oops, Cristal keep spillin' shit (oops, haha), you overdid it, Holmes (yeah)\n[02:37.36] You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone\n[02:40.09] Hold hands and say it like me\n[02:42.17] The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic\n[02:45.09] Graphic, tryin' to make dough like \"Jurassic\n[02:47.44] Park\" (come on) did, quick to spark kids who start shit (say what?)\n[02:50.30] See me (yeah), only me (I see you)\n[02:52.11] The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go)\n[02:54.09] Truly yours, Frank White\n[02:55.11] We got the real live shit from front to back (come on)\n[02:57.72] To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n[03:00.40] Where my niggas is at? (Yeah), where my niggas is at? (Ayo)\n[03:02.83] Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (I got something new I want to say, give me a sec)\n[03:05.45] Ayo, it can't stay dark for long (it can't stay dark for long)\n[03:07.60] They say it's darkest before the dawn (shh)\n[03:09.72] Calms before the storm (come on)\n[03:11.12] I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin' the psalms (I see you, ladies)\n[03:13.65] And I can see B.I. rockin' the Sean John (let's go, Big)\n[03:16.32] Yeah right, this is what \"life's after's\" like\n[03:18.86] B.I. Frank White, your \"Bad Boy For Life\"\n[03:21.40] No matter what the public say, we gon' prove\n[03:24.09] It ain't another MC that could fill your shoes\n[03:26.95] 'Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest\n[03:28.88] Realest, my stones the chillest, got homes and villas\n[03:32.19] Overseas and what was me, I found out\n[03:34.75] Other MCs been tryin' to find your route (haha)\n[03:37.54] It's ill when MCs used to be on other shit (yeah, come on)\n[03:40.04] Took home \"Life after Death\" and they studied it (that's right)\n[03:42.44] Listened to the double disc (yeah)\n[03:43.84] Now they all spit (come on) like they all legit\n[03:46.18] Frank, tell 'em how we get, go\n[03:47.44] We got the shit mapped tight (yeah), brass knuckles and flashlights (come on)\n[03:50.21] The heaters in the two-seaters (uh-huh), with two miras (yeah)\n[03:53.17] Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us\n[03:55.72] P. Diddy run the city, show no pity (what's my name?)\n[03:58.32] I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (come on)\n[04:00.94] Mad he broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)\n[04:03.36] No respect, squeeze off 'till all y'all diminish (uh-huh)\n[04:06.17] Shootouts for 20 minutes until we finish (take out)\n[04:08.79] Venice took the loot, escaped in the coupe\n[04:11.08] Break bread with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch\n[04:13.62] Black Rob joined the Mob (Black Rob), it ain't no replacing him (I see him)\n[04:16.52] Niggas step up, with just macin' them (yeah)\n[04:18.68] Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)\n[04:21.48] The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)\n[04:24.30] Business-wise, I play men\n[04:26.10] Hide money on the Island Cayman (come on), y'all just betray men (yeah)\n[04:29.46] We spray men, I position, competition\n[04:31.83] Another day in the life of the commission\n[04:33.86] I got an industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh-huh)\n[04:37.12] And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah\n[04:39.75] Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper (yeah)\n[04:42.76] This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker (pff)\n[04:45.08] I'm slidin' through the Ruckers with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)\n[04:47.68] So, the spring break hoes, home from college, wanna fuck us (ha)\n[04:50.46] I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)\n[04:52.67] I'll sick Rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin' to cuff us (let's go, come on)\n[04:55.76] Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros\n[04:58.32] When it comes to paper, I blow the soul out the hero (uh-huh)\n[05:01.01] I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides\n[05:03.45] Every rapper ain't a star and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh-huh)\n[05:06.14] You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smoking by the big screen (yeah)\n[05:08.78] And changin' the channel looks like I'm playin' the game, boy\n[05:11.56] I know the watch bothering your vision\n[05:13.39] But reach, and I'll put a dot on your head (yeah) like it's part of your religion\n[05:16.22] We got the real live shit from front to back (yeah)\n[05:19.09] To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n[05:21.74] Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?) Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?)\n[05:24.28] Where the fuck my bitches at? (Where you at?) Where my bitches is at?\n[05:26.65] We got the real live shit from front to back (I told y'all)\n[05:29.43] To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Ten years from now we'll still be on top)\n[05:32.17] Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (We've just begun)\n[05:34.47] Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n[05:37.05] We got the real live shit from front to back (thank you)\n[05:39.96] To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Thank you)\n[05:42.36] Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (B.I.G. forever)\n[05:45.25] Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (Bad Boy)\n[05:47.76] We got the real live shit from front to back (you know the rest)\n[05:50.32] To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?\n[05:53.09] Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?\n[05:55.63] Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n[05:58.05] We got the real live shit\n[05:59.94] Fuck y'all niggas want to do?\n[06:02.38] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Victory 2004\n  artist: Diddy\n  album: Victory 2004\n  duration_ms: 385000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ten years\n  start_ms: 10960\n  end_ms: 13780\n- text: Yo, the sun don't shine forever\n  start_ms: 13780\n  end_ms: 15770\n- text: But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together\n  start_ms: 15770\n  end_ms: 19120\n- text: Better now than never, business before pleasure\n  start_ms: 19120\n  end_ms: 22220\n- text: P. 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Diddy run the city, show no pity (what's my name?)\n  start_ms: 235720\n  end_ms: 238320\n- text: I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (come on)\n  start_ms: 238320\n  end_ms: 240940\n- text: Mad he broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)\n  start_ms: 240940\n  end_ms: 243360\n- text: No respect, squeeze off 'till all y'all diminish (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 243360\n  end_ms: 246170\n- text: Shootouts for 20 minutes until we finish (take out)\n  start_ms: 246170\n  end_ms: 248790\n- text: Venice took the loot, escaped in the coupe\n  start_ms: 248790\n  end_ms: 251080\n- text: Break bread with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch\n  start_ms: 251080\n  end_ms: 253620\n- text: Black Rob joined the Mob (Black Rob), it ain't no replacing him (I see him)\n  start_ms: 253620\n  end_ms: 256520\n- text: Niggas step up, with just macin' them (yeah)\n  start_ms: 256520\n  end_ms: 258680\n- text: Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)\n  start_ms: 258680\n  end_ms: 261480\n- text: The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)\n  start_ms: 261480\n  end_ms: 264300\n- text: Business-wise, I play men\n  start_ms: 264300\n  end_ms: 266100\n- text: Hide money on the Island Cayman (come on), y'all just betray men (yeah)\n  start_ms: 266100\n  end_ms: 269460\n- text: We spray men, I position, competition\n  start_ms: 269460\n  end_ms: 271830\n- text: Another day in the life of the commission\n  start_ms: 271830\n  end_ms: 273860\n- text: I got an industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 273860\n  end_ms: 277120\n- text: And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah\n  start_ms: 277120\n  end_ms: 279750\n- text: Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper (yeah)\n  start_ms: 279750\n  end_ms: 282760\n- text: This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker (pff)\n  start_ms: 282760\n  end_ms: 285080\n- text: I'm slidin' through the Ruckers with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)\n  start_ms: 285080\n  end_ms: 287680\n- text: So, the spring break hoes, home from college, wanna fuck us (ha)\n  start_ms: 287680\n  end_ms: 290460\n- text: I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)\n  start_ms: 290460\n  end_ms: 292670\n- text: I'll sick Rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin' to cuff us (let's go, come on)\n  start_ms: 292670\n  end_ms: 295760\n- text: Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros\n  start_ms: 295760\n  end_ms: 298320\n- text: When it comes to paper, I blow the soul out the hero (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 298320\n  end_ms: 301010\n- text: I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides\n  start_ms: 301010\n  end_ms: 303450\n- text: Every rapper ain't a star and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 303450\n  end_ms: 306140\n- text: You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smoking by the big screen (yeah)\n  start_ms: 306140\n  end_ms: 308780\n- text: And changin' the channel looks like I'm playin' the game, boy\n  start_ms: 308780\n  end_ms: 311560\n- text: I know the watch bothering your vision\n  start_ms: 311560\n  end_ms: 313390\n- text: But reach, and I'll put a dot on your head (yeah) like it's part of your religion\n  start_ms: 313390\n  end_ms: 316220\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (yeah)\n  start_ms: 316220\n  end_ms: 319090\n- text: To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n  start_ms: 319090\n  end_ms: 321740\n- text: Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?) Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?)\n  start_ms: 321740\n  end_ms: 324280\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? (Where you at?) Where my bitches is at?\n  start_ms: 324280\n  end_ms: 326650\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (I told y'all)\n  start_ms: 326650\n  end_ms: 329430\n- text: To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Ten years from now we'll still be on top)\n  start_ms: 329430\n  end_ms: 332170\n- text: Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (We've just begun)\n  start_ms: 332170\n  end_ms: 334470\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n  start_ms: 334470\n  end_ms: 337050\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (thank you)\n  start_ms: 337050\n  end_ms: 339960\n- text: To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Thank you)\n  start_ms: 339960\n  end_ms: 342360\n- text: Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (B.I.G. forever)\n  start_ms: 342360\n  end_ms: 345250\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (Bad Boy)\n  start_ms: 345250\n  end_ms: 347760\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (you know the rest)\n  start_ms: 347760\n  end_ms: 350320\n- text: To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?\n  start_ms: 350320\n  end_ms: 353090\n- text: Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?\n  start_ms: 353090\n  end_ms: 355630\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n  start_ms: 355630\n  end_ms: 358050\n- text: We got the real live shit\n  start_ms: 358050\n  end_ms: 359940\n- text: Fuck y'all niggas want to do?\n  start_ms: 359940\n  end_ms: 362380\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 362380\nplain: |-\n  Ten years\n  Yo, the sun don't shine forever\n  But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together\n  Better now than never, business before pleasure\n  P. Diddy and the fam, who you know, do it better?\n  Yeah right, no matter what, we airtight\n\n  And when you hear something, make sure you hear it right\n  Don't make an ass out of yourself by assuming\n  My music keeps you moving, what are you proving?\n  You know that I'm two levels above you, baby\n  Hug me, baby, I'ma make you love me, baby\n\n  It's ten years and we still running this motherfucker\n  Yeah, as we proceed to give you what you need\n  It's all fucked up now (yo)\n  What the fuck y'all gon' do now?\n\n  Yo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah)\n  So, if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together\n  I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)\n  G-Unit move around with them pounds and Berretas\n  Yeah, faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it\n  Regardless if it's handed to me, or I got to grab it\n  Don't make an ass out of yourself tryna stop me\n  I'm cocky, rap's \"Rocky\", nigga, you're sloppy\n\n  You know that I'm eight levels above you, nigga\n  I'll plug you, nigga, I never heard of you, nigga, it's ugly, nigga (what y'all gon' do now?)\n  I'm the wrong one to provoke\n  And ratting on niggas is only gon' leave you smoked (come on)\n  So, the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right)\n  Which I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (uh-huh) (that's right)\n  They pop shit 'til we start approaching these cowards (uh-huh, uh-huh) (yeah)\n  While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers (uh) (come on)\n\n  In the commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em (huh?)\n  He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him (uh)\n  You heard of us, the murderous, most shady\n  Been on the low lately, the feds hate me\n  The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant\n  You hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin'\n  Duct tapin', your fam' destiny\n  Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah)\n\n  Francis, M to the Izz-H phenomenal (uh-huh)\n  Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah)\n  Rhyme a few bars, so I can buy a few cars (uh-huh)\n  And I kick a few flows, so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)\n  Excellence is my presence, never tense\n  Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick\n  Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (come on)\n  Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh-huh, let's go, come on)\n\n  Action, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)\n  And I'm quick to bust if my ends you touch (say what?)\n  Kids or girl you touch (come on)\n  Two automatoes, used to call me fatso\n  Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)\n  Militant, y'all faggots ain't killing shit\n  Oops, Cristal keep spillin' shit (oops, haha), you overdid it, Holmes (yeah)\n  You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone\n\n  Hold hands and say it like me\n  The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic\n  Graphic, tryin' to make dough like \"Jurassic\n  Park\" (come on) did, quick to spark kids who start shit (say what?)\n  See me (yeah), only me (I see you)\n  The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go)\n  Truly yours, Frank White\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (come on)\n  To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n  Where my niggas is at? (Yeah), where my niggas is at? (Ayo)\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (I got something new I want to say, give me a sec)\n\n  Ayo, it can't stay dark for long (it can't stay dark for long)\n  They say it's darkest before the dawn (shh)\n  Calms before the storm (come on)\n  I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin' the psalms (I see you, ladies)\n  And I can see B.I. rockin' the Sean John (let's go, Big)\n  Yeah right, this is what \"life's after's\" like\n  B.I. Frank White, your \"Bad Boy For Life\"\n  No matter what the public say, we gon' prove\n  It ain't another MC that could fill your shoes\n\n  'Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest\n  Realest, my stones the chillest, got homes and villas\n  Overseas and what was me, I found out\n  Other MCs been tryin' to find your route (haha)\n  It's ill when MCs used to be on other shit (yeah, come on)\n  Took home \"Life after Death\" and they studied it (that's right)\n  Listened to the double disc (yeah)\n  Now they all spit (come on) like they all legit\n  Frank, tell 'em how we get, go\n\n  We got the shit mapped tight (yeah), brass knuckles and flashlights (come on)\n  The heaters in the two-seaters (uh-huh), with two miras (yeah)\n  Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us\n  P. Diddy run the city, show no pity (what's my name?)\n  I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (come on)\n  Mad he broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)\n  No respect, squeeze off 'till all y'all diminish (uh-huh)\n  Shootouts for 20 minutes until we finish (take out)\n\n  Venice took the loot, escaped in the coupe\n  Break bread with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch\n  Black Rob joined the Mob (Black Rob), it ain't no replacing him (I see him)\n  Niggas step up, with just macin' them (yeah)\n  Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)\n  The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)\n  Business-wise, I play men\n  Hide money on the Island Cayman (come on), y'all just betray men (yeah)\n  We spray men, I position, competition\n  Another day in the life of the commission\n\n  I got an industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh-huh)\n  And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah\n  Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper (yeah)\n  This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker (pff)\n  I'm slidin' through the Ruckers with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)\n  So, the spring break hoes, home from college, wanna fuck us (ha)\n  I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)\n  I'll sick Rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin' to cuff us (let's go, come on)\n\n  Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros\n  When it comes to paper, I blow the soul out the hero (uh-huh)\n  I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides\n  Every rapper ain't a star and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh-huh)\n  You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smoking by the big screen (yeah)\n  And changin' the channel looks like I'm playin' the game, boy\n  I know the watch bothering your vision\n  But reach, and I'll put a dot on your head (yeah) like it's part of your religion\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (yeah)\n  To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n  Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?) Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?)\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? (Where you at?) Where my bitches is at?\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (I told y'all)\n  To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Ten years from now we'll still be on top)\n  Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (We've just begun)\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (thank you)\n  To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Thank you)\n  Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (B.I.G. forever)\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (Bad Boy)\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (you know the rest)\n  To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?\n  Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? 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Diddy and the fam, who you know, do it better?\nYeah right, no matter what, we airtight\n\nAnd when you hear something, make sure you hear it right\nDon't make an ass out of yourself by assuming\nMy music keeps you moving, what are you proving?\nYou know that I'm two levels above you, baby\nHug me, baby, I'ma make you love me, baby\n\nIt's ten years and we still running this motherfucker\nYeah, as we proceed to give you what you need\nIt's all fucked up now (yo)\nWhat the fuck y'all gon' do now?\n\nYo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah)\nSo, if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together\nI'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)\nG-Unit move around with them pounds and Berretas\nYeah, faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it\nRegardless if it's handed to me, or I got to grab it\nDon't make an ass out of yourself tryna stop me\nI'm cocky, rap's \"Rocky\", nigga, you're sloppy\n\nYou know that I'm eight levels above you, nigga\nI'll plug you, nigga, I never heard of you, nigga, it's ugly, nigga (what y'all gon' do now?)\nI'm the wrong one to provoke\nAnd ratting on niggas is only gon' leave you smoked (come on)\nSo, the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right)\nWhich I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (uh-huh) (that's right)\nThey pop shit 'til we start approaching these cowards (uh-huh, uh-huh) (yeah)\nWhile we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers (uh) (come on)\n\nIn the commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em (huh?)\nHe don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him (uh)\nYou heard of us, the murderous, most shady\nBeen on the low lately, the feds hate me\nThe son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant\nYou hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin'\nDuct tapin', your fam' destiny\nLays in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah)\n\nFrancis, M to the Izz-H phenomenal (uh-huh)\nGun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah)\nRhyme a few bars, so I can buy a few cars (uh-huh)\nAnd I kick a few flows, so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)\nExcellence is my presence, never tense\nNever hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick\nReal sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (come on)\nAnyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh-huh, let's go, come on)\n\nAction, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)\nAnd I'm quick to bust if my ends you touch (say what?)\nKids or girl you touch (come on)\nTwo automatoes, used to call me fatso\nNow you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)\nMilitant, y'all faggots ain't killing shit\nOops, Cristal keep spillin' shit (oops, haha), you overdid it, Holmes (yeah)\nYou in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone\n\nHold hands and say it like me\nThe most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic\nGraphic, tryin' to make dough like \"Jurassic\nPark\" (come on) did, quick to spark kids who start shit (say what?)\nSee me (yeah), only me (I see you)\nThe Underboss of this holocaust (let's go)\nTruly yours, Frank White\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (come on)\nTo my people in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\nWhere my niggas is at? (Yeah), where my niggas is at? (Ayo)\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (I got something new I want to say, give me a sec)\n\nAyo, it can't stay dark for long (it can't stay dark for long)\nThey say it's darkest before the dawn (shh)\nCalms before the storm (come on)\nI'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin' the psalms (I see you, ladies)\nAnd I can see B.I. rockin' the Sean John (let's go, Big)\nYeah right, this is what \"life's after's\" like\nB.I. Frank White, your \"Bad Boy For Life\"\nNo matter what the public say, we gon' prove\nIt ain't another MC that could fill your shoes\n\n'Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest\nRealest, my stones the chillest, got homes and villas\nOverseas and what was me, I found out\nOther MCs been tryin' to find your route (haha)\nIt's ill when MCs used to be on other shit (yeah, come on)\nTook home \"Life after Death\" and they studied it (that's right)\nListened to the double disc (yeah)\nNow they all spit (come on) like they all legit\nFrank, tell 'em how we get, go\n\nWe got the shit mapped tight (yeah), brass knuckles and flashlights (come on)\nThe heaters in the two-seaters (uh-huh), with two miras (yeah)\nSenoritas, kiss rings when you meet us\nP. Diddy run the city, show no pity (what's my name?)\nI'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (come on)\nMad he broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)\nNo respect, squeeze off 'till all y'all diminish (uh-huh)\nShootouts for 20 minutes until we finish (take out)\n\nVenice took the loot, escaped in the coupe\nBreak bread with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch\nBlack Rob joined the Mob (Black Rob), it ain't no replacing him (I see him)\nNiggas step up, with just macin' them (yeah)\nPlacin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)\nThe Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)\nBusiness-wise, I play men\nHide money on the Island Cayman (come on), y'all just betray men (yeah)\nWe spray men, I position, competition\nAnother day in the life of the commission\n\nI got an industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh-huh)\nAnd flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah\nNow all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper (yeah)\nThis shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker (pff)\nI'm slidin' through the Ruckers with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)\nSo, the spring break hoes, home from college, wanna fuck us (ha)\nI ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)\nI'll sick Rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin' to cuff us (let's go, come on)\n\nTop dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros\nWhen it comes to paper, I blow the soul out the hero (uh-huh)\nI'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides\nEvery rapper ain't a star and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh-huh)\nYou can't tame Lloyd, I'm smoking by the big screen (yeah)\nAnd changin' the channel looks like I'm playin' the game, boy\nI know the watch bothering your vision\nBut reach, and I'll put a dot on your head (yeah) like it's part of your religion\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (yeah)\nTo my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\nWhere my niggas is at? (Where you at?) Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?)\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? (Where you at?) Where my bitches is at?\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (I told y'all)\nTo my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Ten years from now we'll still be on top)\nWhere my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (We've just begun)\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (thank you)\nTo my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Thank you)\nWhere my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (B.I.G. forever)\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (Bad Boy)\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (you know the rest)\nTo my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?\nWhere my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\nWe got the real live shit\n\nFuck y'all niggas want to do?","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.96] Ten years\n[00:13.76] Yo, the sun don't shine forever\n[00:15.75] But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together\n[00:19.11] Better now than never, business before pleasure\n[00:22.27] P. Diddy and the fam, who you know, do it better?\n[00:25.32] Yeah right, no matter what, we airtight\n[00:27.99] And when you hear something, make sure you hear it right\n[00:30.83] Don't make an ass out of yourself by assuming\n[00:33.42] My music keeps you moving, what are you proving?\n[00:36.27] You know that I'm two levels above you, baby\n[00:38.99] Hug me, baby, I'ma make you love me, baby\n[00:42.40] It's ten years and we still running this motherfucker\n[00:45.71] Yeah, as we proceed to give you what you need\n[00:50.82] It's all fucked up now (yo)\n[00:53.42] What the fuck y'all gon' do now?\n[00:55.10] Yo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah)\n[00:57.09] So, if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together\n[01:00.16] I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)\n[01:02.96] G-Unit move around with them pounds and Berretas\n[01:05.74] Yeah, faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it\n[01:08.21] Regardless if it's handed to me, or I got to grab it\n[01:10.77] Don't make an ass out of yourself tryna stop me\n[01:13.61] I'm cocky, rap's \"Rocky\", nigga, you're sloppy\n[01:16.02] You know that I'm eight levels above you, nigga\n[01:18.24] I'll plug you, nigga, I never heard of you, nigga, it's ugly, nigga (what y'all gon' do now?)\n[01:22.14] I'm the wrong one to provoke\n[01:23.61] And ratting on niggas is only gon' leave you smoked (come on)\n[01:26.35] So, the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right)\n[01:28.98] Which I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (uh-huh) (that's right)\n[01:31.83] They pop shit 'til we start approaching these cowards (uh-huh, uh-huh) (yeah)\n[01:34.36] While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers (uh) (come on)\n[01:36.65] In the commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em (huh?)\n[01:39.49] He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him (uh)\n[01:42.32] You heard of us, the murderous, most shady\n[01:44.86] Been on the low lately, the feds hate me\n[01:47.57] The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant\n[01:50.15] You hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin'\n[01:52.76] Duct tapin', your fam' destiny\n[01:55.00] Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah)\n[01:58.07] Francis, M to the Izz-H phenomenal (uh-huh)\n[02:00.53] Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah)\n[02:03.30] Rhyme a few bars, so I can buy a few cars (uh-huh)\n[02:05.47] And I kick a few flows, so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)\n[02:08.05] Excellence is my presence, never tense\n[02:10.92] Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick\n[02:13.40] Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (come on)\n[02:16.15] Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh-huh, let's go, come on)\n[02:18.61] Action, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)\n[02:21.27] And I'm quick to bust if my ends you touch (say what?)\n[02:23.61] Kids or girl you touch (come on)\n[02:26.56] Two automatoes, used to call me fatso\n[02:29.58] Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)\n[02:31.89] Militant, y'all faggots ain't killing shit\n[02:34.07] Oops, Cristal keep spillin' shit (oops, haha), you overdid it, Holmes (yeah)\n[02:37.30] You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone\n[02:40.03] Hold hands and say it like me\n[02:42.11] The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic\n[02:45.01] Graphic, tryin' to make dough like \"Jurassic\n[02:47.48] Park\" (come on) did, quick to spark kids who start shit (say what?)\n[02:50.30] See me (yeah), only me (I see you)\n[02:52.15] The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go)\n[02:54.05] Truly yours, Frank White\n[02:55.15] We got the real live shit from front to back (come on)\n[02:57.75] To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n[03:00.48] Where my niggas is at? (Yeah), where my niggas is at? (Ayo)\n[03:02.82] Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (I got something new I want to say, give me a sec)\n[03:05.42] Ayo, it can't stay dark for long (it can't stay dark for long)\n[03:07.63] They say it's darkest before the dawn (shh)\n[03:09.78] Calms before the storm (come on)\n[03:11.13] I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin' the psalms (I see you, ladies)\n[03:13.60] And I can see B.I. rockin' the Sean John (let's go, Big)\n[03:16.32] Yeah right, this is what \"life's after's\" like\n[03:18.83] B.I. Frank White, your \"Bad Boy For Life\"\n[03:21.48] No matter what the public say, we gon' prove\n[03:24.07] It ain't another MC that could fill your shoes\n[03:26.95] 'Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest\n[03:28.89] Realest, my stones the chillest, got homes and villas\n[03:32.13] Overseas and what was me, I found out\n[03:34.77] Other MCs been tryin' to find your route (haha)\n[03:37.56] It's ill when MCs used to be on other shit (yeah, come on)\n[03:40.05] Took home \"Life after Death\" and they studied it (that's right)\n[03:42.43] Listened to the double disc (yeah)\n[03:43.85] Now they all spit (come on) like they all legit\n[03:46.14] Frank, tell 'em how we get, go\n[03:47.40] We got the shit mapped tight (yeah), brass knuckles and flashlights (come on)\n[03:50.26] The heaters in the two-seaters (uh-huh), with two miras (yeah)\n[03:53.17] Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us\n[03:55.71] P. Diddy run the city, show no pity (what's my name?)\n[03:58.38] I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (come on)\n[04:00.95] Mad he broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)\n[04:03.31] No respect, squeeze off 'till all y'all diminish (uh-huh)\n[04:06.13] Shootouts for 20 minutes until we finish (take out)\n[04:08.71] Venice took the loot, escaped in the coupe\n[04:11.07] Break bread with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch\n[04:13.69] Black Rob joined the Mob (Black Rob), it ain't no replacing him (I see him)\n[04:16.59] Niggas step up, with just macin' them (yeah)\n[04:18.69] Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)\n[04:21.42] The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)\n[04:24.33] Business-wise, I play men\n[04:26.18] Hide money on the Island Cayman (come on), y'all just betray men (yeah)\n[04:29.45] We spray men, I position, competition\n[04:31.84] Another day in the life of the commission\n[04:33.80] I got an industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh-huh)\n[04:37.19] And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah\n[04:39.72] Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper (yeah)\n[04:42.79] This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker (pff)\n[04:45.05] I'm slidin' through the Ruckers with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)\n[04:47.63] So, the spring break hoes, home from college, wanna fuck us (ha)\n[04:50.41] I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)\n[04:52.62] I'll sick Rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin' to cuff us (let's go, come on)\n[04:55.79] Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros\n[04:58.37] When it comes to paper, I blow the soul out the hero (uh-huh)\n[05:01.05] I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides\n[05:03.44] Every rapper ain't a star and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh-huh)\n[05:06.11] You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smoking by the big screen (yeah)\n[05:08.75] And changin' the channel looks like I'm playin' the game, boy\n[05:11.51] I know the watch bothering your vision\n[05:13.38] But reach, and I'll put a dot on your head (yeah) like it's part of your religion\n[05:16.26] We got the real live shit from front to back (yeah)\n[05:19.09] To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n[05:21.75] Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?) Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?)\n[05:24.28] Where the fuck my bitches at? (Where you at?) Where my bitches is at?\n[05:26.62] We got the real live shit from front to back (I told y'all)\n[05:29.45] To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Ten years from now we'll still be on top)\n[05:32.16] Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (We've just begun)\n[05:34.41] Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n[05:37.05] We got the real live shit from front to back (thank you)\n[05:39.95] To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Thank you)\n[05:42.33] Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (B.I.G. forever)\n[05:45.28] Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (Bad Boy)\n[05:47.74] We got the real live shit from front to back (you know the rest)\n[05:50.39] To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?\n[05:53.02] Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?\n[05:55.64] Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n[05:58.08] We got the real live shit\n[05:59.95] Fuck y'all niggas want to do?\n[06:02.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Victory 2004 (album version)\n  artist: Diddy\n  album: Victory 2004\n  duration_ms: 380000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ten years\n  start_ms: 10960\n  end_ms: 13760\n- text: Yo, the sun don't shine forever\n  start_ms: 13760\n  end_ms: 15750\n- text: But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together\n  start_ms: 15750\n  end_ms: 19110\n- text: Better now than never, business before pleasure\n  start_ms: 19110\n  end_ms: 22270\n- text: P. 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Frankie baby, fantastic\n  start_ms: 162110\n  end_ms: 165010\n- text: Graphic, tryin' to make dough like \"Jurassic\n  start_ms: 165010\n  end_ms: 167480\n- text: Park\" (come on) did, quick to spark kids who start shit (say what?)\n  start_ms: 167480\n  end_ms: 170300\n- text: See me (yeah), only me (I see you)\n  start_ms: 170300\n  end_ms: 172150\n- text: The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go)\n  start_ms: 172150\n  end_ms: 174050\n- text: Truly yours, Frank White\n  start_ms: 174050\n  end_ms: 175150\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (come on)\n  start_ms: 175150\n  end_ms: 177750\n- text: To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? 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Diddy run the city, show no pity (what's my name?)\n  start_ms: 235710\n  end_ms: 238380\n- text: I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (come on)\n  start_ms: 238380\n  end_ms: 240950\n- text: Mad he broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)\n  start_ms: 240950\n  end_ms: 243310\n- text: No respect, squeeze off 'till all y'all diminish (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 243310\n  end_ms: 246130\n- text: Shootouts for 20 minutes until we finish (take out)\n  start_ms: 246130\n  end_ms: 248710\n- text: Venice took the loot, escaped in the coupe\n  start_ms: 248710\n  end_ms: 251070\n- text: Break bread with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch\n  start_ms: 251070\n  end_ms: 253690\n- text: Black Rob joined the Mob (Black Rob), it ain't no replacing him (I see him)\n  start_ms: 253690\n  end_ms: 256590\n- text: Niggas step up, with just macin' them (yeah)\n  start_ms: 256590\n  end_ms: 258690\n- text: Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)\n  start_ms: 258690\n  end_ms: 261420\n- text: The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)\n  start_ms: 261420\n  end_ms: 264330\n- text: Business-wise, I play men\n  start_ms: 264330\n  end_ms: 266180\n- text: Hide money on the Island Cayman (come on), y'all just betray men (yeah)\n  start_ms: 266180\n  end_ms: 269450\n- text: We spray men, I position, competition\n  start_ms: 269450\n  end_ms: 271840\n- text: Another day in the life of the commission\n  start_ms: 271840\n  end_ms: 273800\n- text: I got an industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 273800\n  end_ms: 277190\n- text: And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah\n  start_ms: 277190\n  end_ms: 279720\n- text: Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper (yeah)\n  start_ms: 279720\n  end_ms: 282790\n- text: This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker (pff)\n  start_ms: 282790\n  end_ms: 285050\n- text: I'm slidin' through the Ruckers with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)\n  start_ms: 285050\n  end_ms: 287630\n- text: So, the spring break hoes, home from college, wanna fuck us (ha)\n  start_ms: 287630\n  end_ms: 290410\n- text: I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)\n  start_ms: 290410\n  end_ms: 292620\n- text: I'll sick Rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin' to cuff us (let's go, come on)\n  start_ms: 292620\n  end_ms: 295790\n- text: Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros\n  start_ms: 295790\n  end_ms: 298370\n- text: When it comes to paper, I blow the soul out the hero (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 298370\n  end_ms: 301050\n- text: I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides\n  start_ms: 301050\n  end_ms: 303440\n- text: Every rapper ain't a star and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 303440\n  end_ms: 306110\n- text: You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smoking by the big screen (yeah)\n  start_ms: 306110\n  end_ms: 308750\n- text: And changin' the channel looks like I'm playin' the game, boy\n  start_ms: 308750\n  end_ms: 311510\n- text: I know the watch bothering your vision\n  start_ms: 311510\n  end_ms: 313380\n- text: But reach, and I'll put a dot on your head (yeah) like it's part of your religion\n  start_ms: 313380\n  end_ms: 316260\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (yeah)\n  start_ms: 316260\n  end_ms: 319090\n- text: To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n  start_ms: 319090\n  end_ms: 321750\n- text: Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?) Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?)\n  start_ms: 321750\n  end_ms: 324280\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? (Where you at?) Where my bitches is at?\n  start_ms: 324280\n  end_ms: 326620\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (I told y'all)\n  start_ms: 326620\n  end_ms: 329450\n- text: To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Ten years from now we'll still be on top)\n  start_ms: 329450\n  end_ms: 332160\n- text: Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (We've just begun)\n  start_ms: 332160\n  end_ms: 334410\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n  start_ms: 334410\n  end_ms: 337050\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (thank you)\n  start_ms: 337050\n  end_ms: 339950\n- text: To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Thank you)\n  start_ms: 339950\n  end_ms: 342330\n- text: Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (B.I.G. forever)\n  start_ms: 342330\n  end_ms: 345280\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (Bad Boy)\n  start_ms: 345280\n  end_ms: 347740\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (you know the rest)\n  start_ms: 347740\n  end_ms: 350390\n- text: To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?\n  start_ms: 350390\n  end_ms: 353020\n- text: Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?\n  start_ms: 353020\n  end_ms: 355640\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n  start_ms: 355640\n  end_ms: 358080\n- text: We got the real live shit\n  start_ms: 358080\n  end_ms: 359950\n- text: Fuck y'all niggas want to do?\n  start_ms: 359950\n  end_ms: 362330\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 362330\nplain: |-\n  Ten years\n  Yo, the sun don't shine forever\n  But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together\n  Better now than never, business before pleasure\n  P. Diddy and the fam, who you know, do it better?\n  Yeah right, no matter what, we airtight\n\n  And when you hear something, make sure you hear it right\n  Don't make an ass out of yourself by assuming\n  My music keeps you moving, what are you proving?\n  You know that I'm two levels above you, baby\n  Hug me, baby, I'ma make you love me, baby\n\n  It's ten years and we still running this motherfucker\n  Yeah, as we proceed to give you what you need\n  It's all fucked up now (yo)\n  What the fuck y'all gon' do now?\n\n  Yo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah)\n  So, if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together\n  I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)\n  G-Unit move around with them pounds and Berretas\n  Yeah, faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it\n  Regardless if it's handed to me, or I got to grab it\n  Don't make an ass out of yourself tryna stop me\n  I'm cocky, rap's \"Rocky\", nigga, you're sloppy\n\n  You know that I'm eight levels above you, nigga\n  I'll plug you, nigga, I never heard of you, nigga, it's ugly, nigga (what y'all gon' do now?)\n  I'm the wrong one to provoke\n  And ratting on niggas is only gon' leave you smoked (come on)\n  So, the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right)\n  Which I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (uh-huh) (that's right)\n  They pop shit 'til we start approaching these cowards (uh-huh, uh-huh) (yeah)\n  While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers (uh) (come on)\n\n  In the commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em (huh?)\n  He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him (uh)\n  You heard of us, the murderous, most shady\n  Been on the low lately, the feds hate me\n  The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant\n  You hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin'\n  Duct tapin', your fam' destiny\n  Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah)\n\n  Francis, M to the Izz-H phenomenal (uh-huh)\n  Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah)\n  Rhyme a few bars, so I can buy a few cars (uh-huh)\n  And I kick a few flows, so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)\n  Excellence is my presence, never tense\n  Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick\n  Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (come on)\n  Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh-huh, let's go, come on)\n\n  Action, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)\n  And I'm quick to bust if my ends you touch (say what?)\n  Kids or girl you touch (come on)\n  Two automatoes, used to call me fatso\n  Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)\n  Militant, y'all faggots ain't killing shit\n  Oops, Cristal keep spillin' shit (oops, haha), you overdid it, Holmes (yeah)\n  You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone\n\n  Hold hands and say it like me\n  The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic\n  Graphic, tryin' to make dough like \"Jurassic\n  Park\" (come on) did, quick to spark kids who start shit (say what?)\n  See me (yeah), only me (I see you)\n  The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go)\n  Truly yours, Frank White\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (come on)\n  To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n  Where my niggas is at? (Yeah), where my niggas is at? (Ayo)\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (I got something new I want to say, give me a sec)\n\n  Ayo, it can't stay dark for long (it can't stay dark for long)\n  They say it's darkest before the dawn (shh)\n  Calms before the storm (come on)\n  I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin' the psalms (I see you, ladies)\n  And I can see B.I. rockin' the Sean John (let's go, Big)\n  Yeah right, this is what \"life's after's\" like\n  B.I. Frank White, your \"Bad Boy For Life\"\n  No matter what the public say, we gon' prove\n  It ain't another MC that could fill your shoes\n\n  'Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest\n  Realest, my stones the chillest, got homes and villas\n  Overseas and what was me, I found out\n  Other MCs been tryin' to find your route (haha)\n  It's ill when MCs used to be on other shit (yeah, come on)\n  Took home \"Life after Death\" and they studied it (that's right)\n  Listened to the double disc (yeah)\n  Now they all spit (come on) like they all legit\n  Frank, tell 'em how we get, go\n\n  We got the shit mapped tight (yeah), brass knuckles and flashlights (come on)\n  The heaters in the two-seaters (uh-huh), with two miras (yeah)\n  Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us\n  P. Diddy run the city, show no pity (what's my name?)\n  I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (come on)\n  Mad he broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)\n  No respect, squeeze off 'till all y'all diminish (uh-huh)\n  Shootouts for 20 minutes until we finish (take out)\n\n  Venice took the loot, escaped in the coupe\n  Break bread with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch\n  Black Rob joined the Mob (Black Rob), it ain't no replacing him (I see him)\n  Niggas step up, with just macin' them (yeah)\n  Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)\n  The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)\n  Business-wise, I play men\n  Hide money on the Island Cayman (come on), y'all just betray men (yeah)\n  We spray men, I position, competition\n  Another day in the life of the commission\n\n  I got an industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh-huh)\n  And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah\n  Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper (yeah)\n  This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker (pff)\n  I'm slidin' through the Ruckers with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)\n  So, the spring break hoes, home from college, wanna fuck us (ha)\n  I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)\n  I'll sick Rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin' to cuff us (let's go, come on)\n\n  Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros\n  When it comes to paper, I blow the soul out the hero (uh-huh)\n  I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides\n  Every rapper ain't a star and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh-huh)\n  You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smoking by the big screen (yeah)\n  And changin' the channel looks like I'm playin' the game, boy\n  I know the watch bothering your vision\n  But reach, and I'll put a dot on your head (yeah) like it's part of your religion\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (yeah)\n  To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n  Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?) Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?)\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? (Where you at?) Where my bitches is at?\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (I told y'all)\n  To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Ten years from now we'll still be on top)\n  Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (We've just begun)\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (thank you)\n  To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Thank you)\n  Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (B.I.G. forever)\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (Bad Boy)\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (you know the rest)\n  To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?\n  Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? 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Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?\nYeah right, no matter what, we airtight (yeah!)\nSo when you hear somethin', make sure you hear it right\nDon't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, now the mic is lower, turn the mics up)\nOur music keeps you movin', what are you provin'? (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah)\n\nYou know that I'm two levels above you, baby (music's gettin' louder)\nHug me, baby, I'ma make you love me, baby (this shit is hot!)\nTalkin' crazy ain't gonna get you nuthin' but choked (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)\nAnd that jealousy is only gonna leave you broke\nSo the only thing left now is God for these cats\nAnd B.I.G. you know you too hard for these cats (it's all fucked up now)\nI'ma win 'cause I'm too smart for these cats\nWhile they makin' up facts (uh) you rakin' up plats\n\nIn The Commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em\nHe don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit' 'em (uh)\nYou heard of us, the murderers, most shady\nBeen on the low lately, the feds hate me\nThe son of -, they say my killin's too blatant\nYou hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin'\nDuct tapin', your fam destiny\nLays in my hands, gat lays in my waist\n\nFrancis, M to the iz-H phenominal\nGun rest under your vest by the abdominal\nRhyme a few bars, so I can buy a few cars (uh-huh)\nAnd I kick a few flows, so I can pimp a few hoes\nExcellence is my presence, never tense\nNever hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick\nReal sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike\nAnyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson\nAction, pack guns, ridiculous\n\nAnd I'm quick to bust if my ends you touch\nKids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch\nTwo auto-matoes, used to call me Fatso\nNow you call me Castro, my rap flows\nMilitant, y'all faggots ain't killin' shit\nOops, Cristal, keep spillin' shit, you overdid it homes\nYou in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone\n\nHold hands and say it like me\nThe most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic\nGraphic, tryin' to make dough, like Jurassic\nPark did quick to spark kids who start shit\nSee me, only me\nThe Underboss of this holocaust\nTruly yours, Frank White\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back\nTo my people in the world, where the fuck you at?\nWhere my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at?\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\nWe got the real live shit from front to back\nTo my people in the world, where the fuck you at?\nWhere my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at?\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n\nPut your money on the table and get your math on\nBreak it down, split it up, get your laugh on\nSee you later dog, I'ma get my stash on\nThere's a bed full of money that I get my ass on\nI never lose the passion to go platinum\nSaid I'd live it up 'til all the cash gone\nAin't that funny, only use plastic, craft it\nTo make classics, hotter than acid\n\nP-D, rollin' on your tape or CD\nThe girl-boy killa, no team illa\nThe Fam-o, ammo, is every channel\nWe been hot for a long time, burnin' like a candle\nWhat you can do is check your distribution\nMy songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced 'em\nYou ain't gotta like me, you just mad\n'Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be\n\nWe got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights\nThe heaters in the two-seaters with two midas\nSenoritas, kiss rings when you meet us\nP. Diddy run the city, show no pity\nI'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'\nMatty broke the neck of your coke connect\nNo respect, squeeze off 'til all y'all diminish\nShootouts for 20 minutes, until we finish\n\nVenice took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe\nBreak bread, with the Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch\nBlack Rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin' him\nNiggaz step up with just Mase and 'em\nPlacin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused\nThe Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy\nBusiness wise, I play men\nHide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men\nYou screamin', I position, competition\n'Nother day in the life of The Commission\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back\nTo my niggaz in the world, where the fuck you at?\nWhere my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at?\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (aiyyo, can you hear me out there?)\nTo my niggaz in the world, where the fuck you at? (Aiyyo, turn me up, nobody can hear me out there)\nWhere my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at?\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (that's good, it's all fucked up now)\nTo my niggaz in the world, where the fuck you at?\nWhere my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? (Y'all know it's all fucked up now, right?)\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (what the fuck I'ma do now?)\nTo my niggaz in the world, where the fuck you at? (What I'ma do now?)\nWhere my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? (Can y'all hear me out there?)\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n\nWe got the real live shit (can y'all hear me out there?)\nFuck y'all niggaz wanna do?\nIt's all fucked up now\nWhat I'ma do now, huh?\nWhat I'ma do now\nIt's all fucked up now","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Victory (original version)\n  artist: Diddy\n  album: Victory 2004\n  duration_ms: 296000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  One, one-two\n  Check me out right here, yo\n\n  Yo, the sun don't shine forever (you can turn the track up a little bit for me)\n  But as long as it's here, then we might as well shine together (all up in my ears)\n  Better now than never, business before pleasure (the mic is loud, but the beats isn't loud)\n  P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?\n  Yeah right, no matter what, we airtight (yeah!)\n  So when you hear somethin', make sure you hear it right\n  Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, now the mic is lower, turn the mics up)\n  Our music keeps you movin', what are you provin'? (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah)\n\n  You know that I'm two levels above you, baby (music's gettin' louder)\n  Hug me, baby, I'ma make you love me, baby (this shit is hot!)\n  Talkin' crazy ain't gonna get you nuthin' but choked (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)\n  And that jealousy is only gonna leave you broke\n  So the only thing left now is God for these cats\n  And B.I.G. you know you too hard for these cats (it's all fucked up now)\n  I'ma win 'cause I'm too smart for these cats\n  While they makin' up facts (uh) you rakin' up plats\n\n  In The Commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em\n  He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit' 'em (uh)\n  You heard of us, the murderers, most shady\n  Been on the low lately, the feds hate me\n  The son of -, they say my killin's too blatant\n  You hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin'\n  Duct tapin', your fam destiny\n  Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist\n\n  Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal\n  Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal\n  Rhyme a few bars, so I can buy a few cars (uh-huh)\n  And I kick a few flows, so I can pimp a few hoes\n  Excellence is my presence, never tense\n  Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick\n  Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike\n  Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson\n  Action, pack guns, ridiculous\n\n  And I'm quick to bust if my ends you touch\n  Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch\n  Two auto-matoes, used to call me Fatso\n  Now you call me Castro, my rap flows\n  Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin' shit\n  Oops, Cristal, keep spillin' shit, you overdid it homes\n  You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone\n\n  Hold hands and say it like me\n  The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic\n  Graphic, tryin' to make dough, like Jurassic\n  Park did quick to spark kids who start shit\n  See me, only me\n  The Underboss of this holocaust\n  Truly yours, Frank White\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back\n  To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?\n  Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at?\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n  We got the real live shit from front to back\n  To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?\n  Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at?\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n\n  Put your money on the table and get your math on\n  Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on\n  See you later dog, I'ma get my stash on\n  There's a bed full of money that I get my ass on\n  I never lose the passion to go platinum\n  Said I'd live it up 'til all the cash gone\n  Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it\n  To make classics, hotter than acid\n\n  P-D, rollin' on your tape or CD\n  The girl-boy killa, no team illa\n  The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel\n  We been hot for a long time, burnin' like a candle\n  What you can do is check your distribution\n  My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced 'em\n  You ain't gotta like me, you just mad\n  'Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be\n\n  We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights\n  The heaters in the two-seaters with two midas\n  Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us\n  P. Diddy run the city, show no pity\n  I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'\n  Matty broke the neck of your coke connect\n  No respect, squeeze off 'til all y'all diminish\n  Shootouts for 20 minutes, until we finish\n\n  Venice took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe\n  Break bread, with the Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch\n  Black Rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin' him\n  Niggaz step up with just Mase and 'em\n  Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused\n  The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy\n  Business wise, I play men\n  Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men\n  You screamin', I position, competition\n  'Nother day in the life of The Commission\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back\n  To my niggaz in the world, where the fuck you at?\n  Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at?\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (aiyyo, can you hear me out there?)\n  To my niggaz in the world, where the fuck you at? (Aiyyo, turn me up, nobody can hear me out there)\n  Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at?\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (that's good, it's all fucked up now)\n  To my niggaz in the world, where the fuck you at?\n  Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? (Y'all know it's all fucked up now, right?)\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (what the fuck I'ma do now?)\n  To my niggaz in the world, where the fuck you at? (What I'ma do now?)\n  Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? (Can y'all hear me out there?)\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n\n  We got the real live shit (can y'all hear me out there?)\n  Fuck y'all niggaz wanna do?\n  It's all fucked up now\n  What I'ma do now, huh?\n  What I'ma do now\n  It's all fucked up now\n"},{"id":33691452,"name":"Victory 2004 [instrumental]","trackName":"Victory 2004 [instrumental]","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G. Feat  P. Diddy, 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks","albumName":"Victory 2004 VLS","duration":234.0,"instrumental":true,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":null,"syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Victory 2004 [instrumental]\n  artist: The Notorious B.I.G. Feat  P. Diddy, 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks\n  album: Victory 2004 VLS\n  duration_ms: 234000\n  instrumental: true\nlines: []\n"},{"id":29557352,"name":"Victory 2004","trackName":"Victory 2004","artistName":"Diddy","albumName":"Bad Boy's 10th Anniversary... The Hits","duration":388.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ten years\nYo, the sun don't shine forever\nBut as long as it's here then we might as well shine together\nBetter now than never, business before pleasure\nP. Diddy and the fam, who you know, do it better?\nYeah right, no matter what, we airtight\n\nAnd when you hear something, make sure you hear it right\nDon't make an ass out of yourself by assuming\nMy music keeps you moving, what are you proving?\nYou know that I'm two levels above you, baby\nHug me, baby, I'ma make you love me, baby\n\nIt's ten years and we still running this motherfucker\nYeah, as we proceed to give you what you need\nIt's all fucked up now (yo)\nWhat the fuck y'all gon' do now?\n\nYo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah)\nSo, if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together\nI'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)\nG-Unit move around with them pounds and Berretas\nYeah, faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it\nRegardless if it's handed to me, or I got to grab it\nDon't make an ass out of yourself tryna stop me\nI'm cocky, rap's \"Rocky\", nigga, you're sloppy\n\nYou know that I'm eight levels above you, nigga\nI'll plug you, nigga, I never heard of you, nigga, it's ugly, nigga (what y'all gon' do now?)\nI'm the wrong one to provoke\nAnd ratting on niggas is only gon' leave you smoked (come on)\nSo, the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right)\nWhich I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (uh-huh) (that's right)\nThey pop shit 'til we start approaching these cowards (uh-huh, uh-huh) (yeah)\nWhile we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers (uh) (come on)\n\nIn the commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em (huh?)\nHe don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him (uh)\nYou heard of us, the murderous, most shady\nBeen on the low lately, the feds hate me\nThe son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant\nYou hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin'\nDuct tapin', your fam' destiny\nLays in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah)\n\nFrancis, M to the Izz-H phenomenal (uh-huh)\nGun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah)\nRhyme a few bars, so I can buy a few cars (uh-huh)\nAnd I kick a few flows, so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)\nExcellence is my presence, never tense\nNever hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick\nReal sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (come on)\nAnyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh-huh, let's go, come on)\n\nAction, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)\nAnd I'm quick to bust if my ends you touch (say what?)\nKids or girl you touch (come on)\nTwo automatoes, used to call me fatso\nNow you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)\nMilitant, y'all faggots ain't killing shit\nOops, Cristal keep spillin' shit (oops, haha), you overdid it, Holmes (yeah)\nYou in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone\n\nHold hands and say it like me\nThe most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic\nGraphic, tryin' to make dough like \"Jurassic\nPark\" (come on) did, quick to spark kids who start shit (say what?)\nSee me (yeah), only me (I see you)\nThe Underboss of this holocaust (let's go)\nTruly yours, Frank White\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (come on)\nTo my people in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\nWhere my niggas is at? (Yeah), where my niggas is at? (Ayo)\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (I got something new I want to say, give me a sec)\n\nAyo, it can't stay dark for long (it can't stay dark for long)\nThey say it's darkest before the dawn (shh)\nCalms before the storm (come on)\nI'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin' the psalms (I see you, ladies)\nAnd I can see B.I. rockin' the Sean John (let's go, Big)\nYeah right, this is what \"life's after's\" like\nB.I. Frank White, your \"Bad Boy For Life\"\nNo matter what the public say, we gon' prove\nIt ain't another MC that could fill your shoes\n\n'Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest\nRealest, my stones the chillest, got homes and villas\nOverseas and what was me, I found out\nOther MCs been tryin' to find your route (haha)\nIt's ill when MCs used to be on other shit (yeah, come on)\nTook home \"Life after Death\" and they studied it (that's right)\nListened to the double disc (yeah)\nNow they all spit (come on) like they all legit\nFrank, tell 'em how we get, go\n\nWe got the shit mapped tight (yeah), brass knuckles and flashlights (come on)\nThe heaters in the two-seaters (uh-huh), with two miras (yeah)\nSenoritas, kiss rings when you meet us\nP. Diddy run the city, show no pity (what's my name?)\nI'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (come on)\nMad he broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)\nNo respect, squeeze off 'till all y'all diminish (uh-huh)\nShootouts for 20 minutes until we finish (take out)\n\nVenice took the loot, escaped in the coupe\nBreak bread with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch\nBlack Rob joined the Mob (Black Rob), it ain't no replacing him (I see him)\nNiggas step up, with just macin' them (yeah)\nPlacin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)\nThe Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)\nBusiness-wise, I play men\nHide money on the Island Cayman (come on), y'all just betray men (yeah)\nWe spray men, I position, competition\nAnother day in the life of the commission\n\nI got an industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh-huh)\nAnd flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah\nNow all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper (yeah)\nThis shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker (pff)\nI'm slidin' through the Ruckers with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)\nSo, the spring break hoes, home from college, wanna fuck us (ha)\nI ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)\nI'll sick Rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin' to cuff us (let's go, come on)\n\nTop dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros\nWhen it comes to paper, I blow the soul out the hero (uh-huh)\nI'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides\nEvery rapper ain't a star and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh-huh)\nYou can't tame Lloyd, I'm smoking by the big screen (yeah)\nAnd changin' the channel looks like I'm playin' the game, boy\nI know the watch bothering your vision\nBut reach, and I'll put a dot on your head (yeah) like it's part of your religion\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (yeah)\nTo my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\nWhere my niggas is at? (Where you at?) Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?)\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? (Where you at?) Where my bitches is at?\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (I told y'all)\nTo my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Ten years from now we'll still be on top)\nWhere my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (We've just begun)\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (thank you)\nTo my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Thank you)\nWhere my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (B.I.G. forever)\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (Bad Boy)\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (you know the rest)\nTo my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?\nWhere my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\nWe got the real live shit\n\nFuck y'all niggas want to do?","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.96] Ten years\n[00:13.78] Yo, the sun don't shine forever\n[00:15.77] But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together\n[00:19.12] Better now than never, business before pleasure\n[00:22.22] P. Diddy and the fam, who you know, do it better?\n[00:25.37] Yeah right, no matter what, we airtight\n[00:27.96] And when you hear something, make sure you hear it right\n[00:30.84] Don't make an ass out of yourself by assuming\n[00:33.46] My music keeps you moving, what are you proving?\n[00:36.21] You know that I'm two levels above you, baby\n[00:38.96] Hug me, baby, I'ma make you love me, baby\n[00:42.48] It's ten years and we still running this motherfucker\n[00:45.76] Yeah, as we proceed to give you what you need\n[00:50.85] It's all fucked up now (yo)\n[00:53.43] What the fuck y'all gon' do now?\n[00:55.14] Yo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah)\n[00:57.00] So, if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together\n[01:00.18] I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)\n[01:02.94] G-Unit move around with them pounds and Berretas\n[01:05.79] Yeah, faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it\n[01:08.23] Regardless if it's handed to me, or I got to grab it\n[01:10.78] Don't make an ass out of yourself tryna stop me\n[01:13.61] I'm cocky, rap's \"Rocky\", nigga, you're sloppy\n[01:16.06] You know that I'm eight levels above you, nigga\n[01:18.25] I'll plug you, nigga, I never heard of you, nigga, it's ugly, nigga (what y'all gon' do now?)\n[01:22.16] I'm the wrong one to provoke\n[01:23.62] And ratting on niggas is only gon' leave you smoked (come on)\n[01:26.35] So, the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right)\n[01:28.93] Which I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (uh-huh) (that's right)\n[01:31.82] They pop shit 'til we start approaching these cowards (uh-huh, uh-huh) (yeah)\n[01:34.34] While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers (uh) (come on)\n[01:36.60] In the commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em (huh?)\n[01:39.40] He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him (uh)\n[01:42.31] You heard of us, the murderous, most shady\n[01:44.82] Been on the low lately, the feds hate me\n[01:47.53] The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant\n[01:50.19] You hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin'\n[01:52.78] Duct tapin', your fam' destiny\n[01:55.07] Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah)\n[01:58.05] Francis, M to the Izz-H phenomenal (uh-huh)\n[02:00.50] Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah)\n[02:03.33] Rhyme a few bars, so I can buy a few cars (uh-huh)\n[02:05.44] And I kick a few flows, so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)\n[02:08.06] Excellence is my presence, never tense\n[02:10.99] Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick\n[02:13.48] Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (come on)\n[02:16.10] Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh-huh, let's go, come on)\n[02:18.69] Action, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)\n[02:21.26] And I'm quick to bust if my ends you touch (say what?)\n[02:23.64] Kids or girl you touch (come on)\n[02:26.59] Two automatoes, used to call me fatso\n[02:29.59] Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)\n[02:31.83] Militant, y'all faggots ain't killing shit\n[02:34.00] Oops, Cristal keep spillin' shit (oops, haha), you overdid it, Holmes (yeah)\n[02:37.36] You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone\n[02:40.09] Hold hands and say it like me\n[02:42.17] The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic\n[02:45.09] Graphic, tryin' to make dough like \"Jurassic\n[02:47.44] Park\" (come on) did, quick to spark kids who start shit (say what?)\n[02:50.30] See me (yeah), only me (I see you)\n[02:52.11] The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go)\n[02:54.09] Truly yours, Frank White\n[02:55.11] We got the real live shit from front to back (come on)\n[02:57.72] To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n[03:00.40] Where my niggas is at? (Yeah), where my niggas is at? (Ayo)\n[03:02.83] Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (I got something new I want to say, give me a sec)\n[03:05.45] Ayo, it can't stay dark for long (it can't stay dark for long)\n[03:07.60] They say it's darkest before the dawn (shh)\n[03:09.72] Calms before the storm (come on)\n[03:11.12] I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin' the psalms (I see you, ladies)\n[03:13.65] And I can see B.I. rockin' the Sean John (let's go, Big)\n[03:16.32] Yeah right, this is what \"life's after's\" like\n[03:18.86] B.I. Frank White, your \"Bad Boy For Life\"\n[03:21.40] No matter what the public say, we gon' prove\n[03:24.09] It ain't another MC that could fill your shoes\n[03:26.95] 'Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest\n[03:28.88] Realest, my stones the chillest, got homes and villas\n[03:32.19] Overseas and what was me, I found out\n[03:34.75] Other MCs been tryin' to find your route (haha)\n[03:37.54] It's ill when MCs used to be on other shit (yeah, come on)\n[03:40.04] Took home \"Life after Death\" and they studied it (that's right)\n[03:42.44] Listened to the double disc (yeah)\n[03:43.84] Now they all spit (come on) like they all legit\n[03:46.18] Frank, tell 'em how we get, go\n[03:47.44] We got the shit mapped tight (yeah), brass knuckles and flashlights (come on)\n[03:50.21] The heaters in the two-seaters (uh-huh), with two miras (yeah)\n[03:53.17] Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us\n[03:55.72] P. Diddy run the city, show no pity (what's my name?)\n[03:58.32] I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (come on)\n[04:00.94] Mad he broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)\n[04:03.36] No respect, squeeze off 'till all y'all diminish (uh-huh)\n[04:06.17] Shootouts for 20 minutes until we finish (take out)\n[04:08.79] Venice took the loot, escaped in the coupe\n[04:11.08] Break bread with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch\n[04:13.62] Black Rob joined the Mob (Black Rob), it ain't no replacing him (I see him)\n[04:16.52] Niggas step up, with just macin' them (yeah)\n[04:18.68] Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)\n[04:21.48] The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)\n[04:24.30] Business-wise, I play men\n[04:26.10] Hide money on the Island Cayman (come on), y'all just betray men (yeah)\n[04:29.46] We spray men, I position, competition\n[04:31.83] Another day in the life of the commission\n[04:33.86] I got an industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh-huh)\n[04:37.12] And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah\n[04:39.75] Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper (yeah)\n[04:42.76] This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker (pff)\n[04:45.08] I'm slidin' through the Ruckers with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)\n[04:47.68] So, the spring break hoes, home from college, wanna fuck us (ha)\n[04:50.46] I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)\n[04:52.67] I'll sick Rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin' to cuff us (let's go, come on)\n[04:55.76] Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros\n[04:58.32] When it comes to paper, I blow the soul out the hero (uh-huh)\n[05:01.01] I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides\n[05:03.45] Every rapper ain't a star and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh-huh)\n[05:06.14] You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smoking by the big screen (yeah)\n[05:08.78] And changin' the channel looks like I'm playin' the game, boy\n[05:11.56] I know the watch bothering your vision\n[05:13.39] But reach, and I'll put a dot on your head (yeah) like it's part of your religion\n[05:16.22] We got the real live shit from front to back (yeah)\n[05:19.09] To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n[05:21.74] Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?) Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?)\n[05:24.28] Where the fuck my bitches at? (Where you at?) Where my bitches is at?\n[05:26.65] We got the real live shit from front to back (I told y'all)\n[05:29.43] To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Ten years from now we'll still be on top)\n[05:32.17] Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (We've just begun)\n[05:34.47] Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n[05:37.05] We got the real live shit from front to back (thank you)\n[05:39.96] To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Thank you)\n[05:42.36] Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (B.I.G. forever)\n[05:45.25] Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (Bad Boy)\n[05:47.76] We got the real live shit from front to back (you know the rest)\n[05:50.32] To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?\n[05:53.09] Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?\n[05:55.63] Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n[05:58.05] We got the real live shit\n[05:59.94] Fuck y'all niggas want to do?\n[06:02.38] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Victory 2004\n  artist: Diddy\n  album: Bad Boy's 10th Anniversary... The Hits\n  duration_ms: 388000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ten years\n  start_ms: 10960\n  end_ms: 13780\n- text: Yo, the sun don't shine forever\n  start_ms: 13780\n  end_ms: 15770\n- text: But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together\n  start_ms: 15770\n  end_ms: 19120\n- text: Better now than never, business before pleasure\n  start_ms: 19120\n  end_ms: 22220\n- text: P. Diddy and the fam, who you know, do it better?\n  start_ms: 22220\n  end_ms: 25370\n- text: Yeah right, no matter what, we airtight\n  start_ms: 25370\n  end_ms: 27960\n- text: And when you hear something, make sure you hear it right\n  start_ms: 27960\n  end_ms: 30840\n- text: Don't make an ass out of yourself by assuming\n  start_ms: 30840\n  end_ms: 33460\n- text: My music keeps you moving, what are you proving?\n  start_ms: 33460\n  end_ms: 36210\n- text: You know that I'm two levels above you, baby\n  start_ms: 36210\n  end_ms: 38960\n- text: Hug me, baby, I'ma make you love me, baby\n  start_ms: 38960\n  end_ms: 42480\n- text: It's ten years and we still running this motherfucker\n  start_ms: 42480\n  end_ms: 45760\n- text: Yeah, as we proceed to give you what you need\n  start_ms: 45760\n  end_ms: 50850\n- text: It's all fucked up now (yo)\n  start_ms: 50850\n  end_ms: 53430\n- text: What the fuck y'all gon' do now?\n  start_ms: 53430\n  end_ms: 55140\n- text: Yo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah)\n  start_ms: 55140\n  end_ms: 57000\n- text: So, if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together\n  start_ms: 57000\n  end_ms: 60180\n- text: I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)\n  start_ms: 60180\n  end_ms: 62940\n- text: G-Unit move around with them pounds and Berretas\n  start_ms: 62940\n  end_ms: 65790\n- text: Yeah, faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it\n  start_ms: 65790\n  end_ms: 68230\n- text: Regardless if it's handed to me, or I got to grab it\n  start_ms: 68230\n  end_ms: 70780\n- text: Don't make an ass out of yourself tryna stop me\n  start_ms: 70780\n  end_ms: 73610\n- text: I'm cocky, rap's \"Rocky\", nigga, you're sloppy\n  start_ms: 73610\n  end_ms: 76060\n- text: You know that I'm eight levels above you, nigga\n  start_ms: 76060\n  end_ms: 78250\n- text: I'll plug you, nigga, I never heard of you, nigga, it's ugly, nigga (what y'all gon' do now?)\n  start_ms: 78250\n  end_ms: 82160\n- text: I'm the wrong one to provoke\n  start_ms: 82160\n  end_ms: 83620\n- text: And ratting on niggas is only gon' leave you smoked (come on)\n  start_ms: 83620\n  end_ms: 86350\n- text: So, the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right)\n  start_ms: 86350\n  end_ms: 88930\n- text: Which I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (uh-huh) (that's right)\n  start_ms: 88930\n  end_ms: 91820\n- text: They pop shit 'til we start approaching these cowards (uh-huh, uh-huh) (yeah)\n  start_ms: 91820\n  end_ms: 94340\n- text: While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers (uh) (come on)\n  start_ms: 94340\n  end_ms: 96600\n- text: In the commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em (huh?)\n  start_ms: 96600\n  end_ms: 99400\n- text: He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him (uh)\n  start_ms: 99400\n  end_ms: 102310\n- text: You heard of us, the murderous, most shady\n  start_ms: 102310\n  end_ms: 104820\n- text: Been on the low lately, the feds hate me\n  start_ms: 104820\n  end_ms: 107530\n- text: The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant\n  start_ms: 107530\n  end_ms: 110190\n- text: You hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin'\n  start_ms: 110190\n  end_ms: 112780\n- text: Duct tapin', your fam' destiny\n  start_ms: 112780\n  end_ms: 115070\n- text: Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah)\n  start_ms: 115070\n  end_ms: 118050\n- text: Francis, M to the Izz-H phenomenal (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 118050\n  end_ms: 120500\n- text: Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah)\n  start_ms: 120500\n  end_ms: 123330\n- text: Rhyme a few bars, so I can buy a few cars (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 123330\n  end_ms: 125440\n- text: And I kick a few flows, so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)\n  start_ms: 125440\n  end_ms: 128060\n- text: Excellence is my presence, never tense\n  start_ms: 128060\n  end_ms: 130990\n- text: Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick\n  start_ms: 130990\n  end_ms: 133480\n- text: Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (come on)\n  start_ms: 133480\n  end_ms: 136100\n- text: Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh-huh, let's go, come on)\n  start_ms: 136100\n  end_ms: 138690\n- text: Action, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)\n  start_ms: 138690\n  end_ms: 141260\n- text: And I'm quick to bust if my ends you touch (say what?)\n  start_ms: 141260\n  end_ms: 143640\n- text: Kids or girl you touch (come on)\n  start_ms: 143640\n  end_ms: 146590\n- text: Two automatoes, used to call me fatso\n  start_ms: 146590\n  end_ms: 149590\n- text: Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)\n  start_ms: 149590\n  end_ms: 151830\n- text: Militant, y'all faggots ain't killing shit\n  start_ms: 151830\n  end_ms: 154000\n- text: Oops, Cristal keep spillin' shit (oops, haha), you overdid it, Holmes (yeah)\n  start_ms: 154000\n  end_ms: 157360\n- text: You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone\n  start_ms: 157360\n  end_ms: 160090\n- text: Hold hands and say it like me\n  start_ms: 160090\n  end_ms: 162170\n- text: The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic\n  start_ms: 162170\n  end_ms: 165090\n- text: Graphic, tryin' to make dough like \"Jurassic\n  start_ms: 165090\n  end_ms: 167440\n- text: Park\" (come on) did, quick to spark kids who start shit (say what?)\n  start_ms: 167440\n  end_ms: 170300\n- text: See me (yeah), only me (I see you)\n  start_ms: 170300\n  end_ms: 172110\n- text: The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go)\n  start_ms: 172110\n  end_ms: 174090\n- text: Truly yours, Frank White\n  start_ms: 174090\n  end_ms: 175110\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (come on)\n  start_ms: 175110\n  end_ms: 177720\n- text: To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n  start_ms: 177720\n  end_ms: 180400\n- text: Where my niggas is at? (Yeah), where my niggas is at? (Ayo)\n  start_ms: 180400\n  end_ms: 182830\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (I got something new I want to say, give me a sec)\n  start_ms: 182830\n  end_ms: 185450\n- text: Ayo, it can't stay dark for long (it can't stay dark for long)\n  start_ms: 185450\n  end_ms: 187600\n- text: They say it's darkest before the dawn (shh)\n  start_ms: 187600\n  end_ms: 189720\n- text: Calms before the storm (come on)\n  start_ms: 189720\n  end_ms: 191120\n- text: I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin' the psalms (I see you, ladies)\n  start_ms: 191120\n  end_ms: 193650\n- text: And I can see B.I. rockin' the Sean John (let's go, Big)\n  start_ms: 193650\n  end_ms: 196320\n- text: Yeah right, this is what \"life's after's\" like\n  start_ms: 196320\n  end_ms: 198860\n- text: B.I. Frank White, your \"Bad Boy For Life\"\n  start_ms: 198860\n  end_ms: 201400\n- text: No matter what the public say, we gon' prove\n  start_ms: 201400\n  end_ms: 204090\n- text: It ain't another MC that could fill your shoes\n  start_ms: 204090\n  end_ms: 206950\n- text: '''Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest'\n  start_ms: 206950\n  end_ms: 208880\n- text: Realest, my stones the chillest, got homes and villas\n  start_ms: 208880\n  end_ms: 212190\n- text: Overseas and what was me, I found out\n  start_ms: 212190\n  end_ms: 214750\n- text: Other MCs been tryin' to find your route (haha)\n  start_ms: 214750\n  end_ms: 217540\n- text: It's ill when MCs used to be on other shit (yeah, come on)\n  start_ms: 217540\n  end_ms: 220040\n- text: Took home \"Life after Death\" and they studied it (that's right)\n  start_ms: 220040\n  end_ms: 222440\n- text: Listened to the double disc (yeah)\n  start_ms: 222440\n  end_ms: 223840\n- text: Now they all spit (come on) like they all legit\n  start_ms: 223840\n  end_ms: 226180\n- text: Frank, tell 'em how we get, go\n  start_ms: 226180\n  end_ms: 227440\n- text: We got the shit mapped tight (yeah), brass knuckles and flashlights (come on)\n  start_ms: 227440\n  end_ms: 230210\n- text: The heaters in the two-seaters (uh-huh), with two miras (yeah)\n  start_ms: 230210\n  end_ms: 233170\n- text: Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us\n  start_ms: 233170\n  end_ms: 235720\n- text: P. Diddy run the city, show no pity (what's my name?)\n  start_ms: 235720\n  end_ms: 238320\n- text: I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (come on)\n  start_ms: 238320\n  end_ms: 240940\n- text: Mad he broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)\n  start_ms: 240940\n  end_ms: 243360\n- text: No respect, squeeze off 'till all y'all diminish (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 243360\n  end_ms: 246170\n- text: Shootouts for 20 minutes until we finish (take out)\n  start_ms: 246170\n  end_ms: 248790\n- text: Venice took the loot, escaped in the coupe\n  start_ms: 248790\n  end_ms: 251080\n- text: Break bread with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch\n  start_ms: 251080\n  end_ms: 253620\n- text: Black Rob joined the Mob (Black Rob), it ain't no replacing him (I see him)\n  start_ms: 253620\n  end_ms: 256520\n- text: Niggas step up, with just macin' them (yeah)\n  start_ms: 256520\n  end_ms: 258680\n- text: Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)\n  start_ms: 258680\n  end_ms: 261480\n- text: The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)\n  start_ms: 261480\n  end_ms: 264300\n- text: Business-wise, I play men\n  start_ms: 264300\n  end_ms: 266100\n- text: Hide money on the Island Cayman (come on), y'all just betray men (yeah)\n  start_ms: 266100\n  end_ms: 269460\n- text: We spray men, I position, competition\n  start_ms: 269460\n  end_ms: 271830\n- text: Another day in the life of the commission\n  start_ms: 271830\n  end_ms: 273860\n- text: I got an industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 273860\n  end_ms: 277120\n- text: And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah\n  start_ms: 277120\n  end_ms: 279750\n- text: Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper (yeah)\n  start_ms: 279750\n  end_ms: 282760\n- text: This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker (pff)\n  start_ms: 282760\n  end_ms: 285080\n- text: I'm slidin' through the Ruckers with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)\n  start_ms: 285080\n  end_ms: 287680\n- text: So, the spring break hoes, home from college, wanna fuck us (ha)\n  start_ms: 287680\n  end_ms: 290460\n- text: I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)\n  start_ms: 290460\n  end_ms: 292670\n- text: I'll sick Rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin' to cuff us (let's go, come on)\n  start_ms: 292670\n  end_ms: 295760\n- text: Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros\n  start_ms: 295760\n  end_ms: 298320\n- text: When it comes to paper, I blow the soul out the hero (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 298320\n  end_ms: 301010\n- text: I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides\n  start_ms: 301010\n  end_ms: 303450\n- text: Every rapper ain't a star and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 303450\n  end_ms: 306140\n- text: You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smoking by the big screen (yeah)\n  start_ms: 306140\n  end_ms: 308780\n- text: And changin' the channel looks like I'm playin' the game, boy\n  start_ms: 308780\n  end_ms: 311560\n- text: I know the watch bothering your vision\n  start_ms: 311560\n  end_ms: 313390\n- text: But reach, and I'll put a dot on your head (yeah) like it's part of your religion\n  start_ms: 313390\n  end_ms: 316220\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (yeah)\n  start_ms: 316220\n  end_ms: 319090\n- text: To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n  start_ms: 319090\n  end_ms: 321740\n- text: Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?) Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?)\n  start_ms: 321740\n  end_ms: 324280\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? (Where you at?) Where my bitches is at?\n  start_ms: 324280\n  end_ms: 326650\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (I told y'all)\n  start_ms: 326650\n  end_ms: 329430\n- text: To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Ten years from now we'll still be on top)\n  start_ms: 329430\n  end_ms: 332170\n- text: Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (We've just begun)\n  start_ms: 332170\n  end_ms: 334470\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n  start_ms: 334470\n  end_ms: 337050\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (thank you)\n  start_ms: 337050\n  end_ms: 339960\n- text: To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Thank you)\n  start_ms: 339960\n  end_ms: 342360\n- text: Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (B.I.G. forever)\n  start_ms: 342360\n  end_ms: 345250\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (Bad Boy)\n  start_ms: 345250\n  end_ms: 347760\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (you know the rest)\n  start_ms: 347760\n  end_ms: 350320\n- text: To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?\n  start_ms: 350320\n  end_ms: 353090\n- text: Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?\n  start_ms: 353090\n  end_ms: 355630\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n  start_ms: 355630\n  end_ms: 358050\n- text: We got the real live shit\n  start_ms: 358050\n  end_ms: 359940\n- text: Fuck y'all niggas want to do?\n  start_ms: 359940\n  end_ms: 362380\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 362380\nplain: |-\n  Ten years\n  Yo, the sun don't shine forever\n  But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together\n  Better now than never, business before pleasure\n  P. Diddy and the fam, who you know, do it better?\n  Yeah right, no matter what, we airtight\n\n  And when you hear something, make sure you hear it right\n  Don't make an ass out of yourself by assuming\n  My music keeps you moving, what are you proving?\n  You know that I'm two levels above you, baby\n  Hug me, baby, I'ma make you love me, baby\n\n  It's ten years and we still running this motherfucker\n  Yeah, as we proceed to give you what you need\n  It's all fucked up now (yo)\n  What the fuck y'all gon' do now?\n\n  Yo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah)\n  So, if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together\n  I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)\n  G-Unit move around with them pounds and Berretas\n  Yeah, faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it\n  Regardless if it's handed to me, or I got to grab it\n  Don't make an ass out of yourself tryna stop me\n  I'm cocky, rap's \"Rocky\", nigga, you're sloppy\n\n  You know that I'm eight levels above you, nigga\n  I'll plug you, nigga, I never heard of you, nigga, it's ugly, nigga (what y'all gon' do now?)\n  I'm the wrong one to provoke\n  And ratting on niggas is only gon' leave you smoked (come on)\n  So, the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right)\n  Which I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (uh-huh) (that's right)\n  They pop shit 'til we start approaching these cowards (uh-huh, uh-huh) (yeah)\n  While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers (uh) (come on)\n\n  In the commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em (huh?)\n  He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him (uh)\n  You heard of us, the murderous, most shady\n  Been on the low lately, the feds hate me\n  The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant\n  You hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin'\n  Duct tapin', your fam' destiny\n  Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah)\n\n  Francis, M to the Izz-H phenomenal (uh-huh)\n  Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah)\n  Rhyme a few bars, so I can buy a few cars (uh-huh)\n  And I kick a few flows, so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)\n  Excellence is my presence, never tense\n  Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick\n  Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (come on)\n  Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh-huh, let's go, come on)\n\n  Action, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)\n  And I'm quick to bust if my ends you touch (say what?)\n  Kids or girl you touch (come on)\n  Two automatoes, used to call me fatso\n  Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)\n  Militant, y'all faggots ain't killing shit\n  Oops, Cristal keep spillin' shit (oops, haha), you overdid it, Holmes (yeah)\n  You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone\n\n  Hold hands and say it like me\n  The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic\n  Graphic, tryin' to make dough like \"Jurassic\n  Park\" (come on) did, quick to spark kids who start shit (say what?)\n  See me (yeah), only me (I see you)\n  The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go)\n  Truly yours, Frank White\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (come on)\n  To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n  Where my niggas is at? (Yeah), where my niggas is at? (Ayo)\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (I got something new I want to say, give me a sec)\n\n  Ayo, it can't stay dark for long (it can't stay dark for long)\n  They say it's darkest before the dawn (shh)\n  Calms before the storm (come on)\n  I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin' the psalms (I see you, ladies)\n  And I can see B.I. rockin' the Sean John (let's go, Big)\n  Yeah right, this is what \"life's after's\" like\n  B.I. Frank White, your \"Bad Boy For Life\"\n  No matter what the public say, we gon' prove\n  It ain't another MC that could fill your shoes\n\n  'Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest\n  Realest, my stones the chillest, got homes and villas\n  Overseas and what was me, I found out\n  Other MCs been tryin' to find your route (haha)\n  It's ill when MCs used to be on other shit (yeah, come on)\n  Took home \"Life after Death\" and they studied it (that's right)\n  Listened to the double disc (yeah)\n  Now they all spit (come on) like they all legit\n  Frank, tell 'em how we get, go\n\n  We got the shit mapped tight (yeah), brass knuckles and flashlights (come on)\n  The heaters in the two-seaters (uh-huh), with two miras (yeah)\n  Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us\n  P. Diddy run the city, show no pity (what's my name?)\n  I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (come on)\n  Mad he broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)\n  No respect, squeeze off 'till all y'all diminish (uh-huh)\n  Shootouts for 20 minutes until we finish (take out)\n\n  Venice took the loot, escaped in the coupe\n  Break bread with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch\n  Black Rob joined the Mob (Black Rob), it ain't no replacing him (I see him)\n  Niggas step up, with just macin' them (yeah)\n  Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)\n  The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)\n  Business-wise, I play men\n  Hide money on the Island Cayman (come on), y'all just betray men (yeah)\n  We spray men, I position, competition\n  Another day in the life of the commission\n\n  I got an industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh-huh)\n  And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah\n  Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper (yeah)\n  This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker (pff)\n  I'm slidin' through the Ruckers with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)\n  So, the spring break hoes, home from college, wanna fuck us (ha)\n  I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)\n  I'll sick Rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin' to cuff us (let's go, come on)\n\n  Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros\n  When it comes to paper, I blow the soul out the hero (uh-huh)\n  I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides\n  Every rapper ain't a star and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh-huh)\n  You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smoking by the big screen (yeah)\n  And changin' the channel looks like I'm playin' the game, boy\n  I know the watch bothering your vision\n  But reach, and I'll put a dot on your head (yeah) like it's part of your religion\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (yeah)\n  To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n  Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?) Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?)\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? (Where you at?) Where my bitches is at?\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (I told y'all)\n  To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Ten years from now we'll still be on top)\n  Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (We've just begun)\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (thank you)\n  To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Thank you)\n  Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (B.I.G. forever)\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (Bad Boy)\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (you know the rest)\n  To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?\n  Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n  We got the real live shit\n\n  Fuck y'all niggas want to do?\n"},{"id":9761932,"name":"Victory 2004","trackName":"Victory 2004","artistName":"Diddy","albumName":"Bad Boy’s 10th Anniversary... The Hits","duration":380.68,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ten years\nYo, the sun don't shine forever\nBut as long as it's here then we might as well shine together\nBetter now than never, business before pleasure\nP. Diddy and the fam, who you know, do it better?\nYeah right, no matter what, we airtight\n\nAnd when you hear something, make sure you hear it right\nDon't make an ass out of yourself by assuming\nMy music keeps you moving, what are you proving?\nYou know that I'm two levels above you, baby\nHug me, baby, I'ma make you love me, baby\n\nIt's ten years and we still running this motherfucker\nYeah, as we proceed to give you what you need\nIt's all fucked up now (yo)\nWhat the fuck y'all gon' do now?\n\nYo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah)\nSo, if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together\nI'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)\nG-Unit move around with them pounds and Berretas\nYeah, faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it\nRegardless if it's handed to me, or I got to grab it\nDon't make an ass out of yourself tryna stop me\nI'm cocky, rap's \"Rocky\", nigga, you're sloppy\n\nYou know that I'm eight levels above you, nigga\nI'll plug you, nigga, I never heard of you, nigga, it's ugly, nigga (what y'all gon' do now?)\nI'm the wrong one to provoke\nAnd ratting on niggas is only gon' leave you smoked (come on)\nSo, the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right)\nWhich I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (uh-huh) (that's right)\nThey pop shit 'til we start approaching these cowards (uh-huh, uh-huh) (yeah)\nWhile we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers (uh) (come on)\n\nIn the commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em (huh?)\nHe don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him (uh)\nYou heard of us, the murderous, most shady\nBeen on the low lately, the feds hate me\nThe son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant\nYou hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin'\nDuct tapin', your fam' destiny\nLays in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah)\n\nFrancis, M to the Izz-H phenomenal (uh-huh)\nGun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah)\nRhyme a few bars, so I can buy a few cars (uh-huh)\nAnd I kick a few flows, so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)\nExcellence is my presence, never tense\nNever hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick\nReal sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (come on)\nAnyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh-huh, let's go, come on)\n\nAction, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)\nAnd I'm quick to bust if my ends you touch (say what?)\nKids or girl you touch (come on)\nTwo automatoes, used to call me fatso\nNow you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)\nMilitant, y'all faggots ain't killing shit\nOops, Cristal keep spillin' shit (oops, haha), you overdid it, Holmes (yeah)\nYou in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone\n\nHold hands and say it like me\nThe most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic\nGraphic, tryin' to make dough like \"Jurassic\nPark\" (come on) did, quick to spark kids who start shit (say what?)\nSee me (yeah), only me (I see you)\nThe Underboss of this holocaust (let's go)\nTruly yours, Frank White\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (come on)\nTo my people in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\nWhere my niggas is at? (Yeah), where my niggas is at? (Ayo)\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (I got something new I want to say, give me a sec)\n\nAyo, it can't stay dark for long (it can't stay dark for long)\nThey say it's darkest before the dawn (shh)\nCalms before the storm (come on)\nI'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin' the psalms (I see you, ladies)\nAnd I can see B.I. rockin' the Sean John (let's go, Big)\nYeah right, this is what \"life's after's\" like\nB.I. Frank White, your \"Bad Boy For Life\"\nNo matter what the public say, we gon' prove\nIt ain't another MC that could fill your shoes\n\n'Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest\nRealest, my stones the chillest, got homes and villas\nOverseas and what was me, I found out\nOther MCs been tryin' to find your route (haha)\nIt's ill when MCs used to be on other shit (yeah, come on)\nTook home \"Life after Death\" and they studied it (that's right)\nListened to the double disc (yeah)\nNow they all spit (come on) like they all legit\nFrank, tell 'em how we get, go\n\nWe got the shit mapped tight (yeah), brass knuckles and flashlights (come on)\nThe heaters in the two-seaters (uh-huh), with two miras (yeah)\nSenoritas, kiss rings when you meet us\nP. Diddy run the city, show no pity (what's my name?)\nI'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (come on)\nMad he broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)\nNo respect, squeeze off 'till all y'all diminish (uh-huh)\nShootouts for 20 minutes until we finish (take out)\n\nVenice took the loot, escaped in the coupe\nBreak bread with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch\nBlack Rob joined the Mob (Black Rob), it ain't no replacing him (I see him)\nNiggas step up, with just macin' them (yeah)\nPlacin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)\nThe Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)\nBusiness-wise, I play men\nHide money on the Island Cayman (come on), y'all just betray men (yeah)\nWe spray men, I position, competition\nAnother day in the life of the commission\n\nI got an industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh-huh)\nAnd flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah\nNow all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper (yeah)\nThis shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker (pff)\nI'm slidin' through the Ruckers with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)\nSo, the spring break hoes, home from college, wanna fuck us (ha)\nI ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)\nI'll sick Rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin' to cuff us (let's go, come on)\n\nTop dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros\nWhen it comes to paper, I blow the soul out the hero (uh-huh)\nI'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides\nEvery rapper ain't a star and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh-huh)\nYou can't tame Lloyd, I'm smoking by the big screen (yeah)\nAnd changin' the channel looks like I'm playin' the game, boy\nI know the watch bothering your vision\nBut reach, and I'll put a dot on your head (yeah) like it's part of your religion\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (yeah)\nTo my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\nWhere my niggas is at? (Where you at?) Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?)\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? (Where you at?) Where my bitches is at?\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (I told y'all)\nTo my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Ten years from now we'll still be on top)\nWhere my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (We've just begun)\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (thank you)\nTo my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Thank you)\nWhere my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (B.I.G. forever)\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (Bad Boy)\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (you know the rest)\nTo my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?\nWhere my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\nWe got the real live shit\n\nFuck y'all niggas want to do?","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.96] Ten years\n[00:13.78] Yo, the sun don't shine forever\n[00:15.77] But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together\n[00:19.12] Better now than never, business before pleasure\n[00:22.22] P. Diddy and the fam, who you know, do it better?\n[00:25.37] Yeah right, no matter what, we airtight\n[00:27.96] And when you hear something, make sure you hear it right\n[00:30.84] Don't make an ass out of yourself by assuming\n[00:33.46] My music keeps you moving, what are you proving?\n[00:36.21] You know that I'm two levels above you, baby\n[00:38.96] Hug me, baby, I'ma make you love me, baby\n[00:42.48] It's ten years and we still running this motherfucker\n[00:45.76] Yeah, as we proceed to give you what you need\n[00:50.85] It's all fucked up now (yo)\n[00:53.43] What the fuck y'all gon' do now?\n[00:55.14] Yo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah)\n[00:57.00] So, if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together\n[01:00.18] I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)\n[01:02.94] G-Unit move around with them pounds and Berretas\n[01:05.79] Yeah, faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it\n[01:08.23] Regardless if it's handed to me, or I got to grab it\n[01:10.78] Don't make an ass out of yourself tryna stop me\n[01:13.61] I'm cocky, rap's \"Rocky\", nigga, you're sloppy\n[01:16.06] You know that I'm eight levels above you, nigga\n[01:18.25] I'll plug you, nigga, I never heard of you, nigga, it's ugly, nigga (what y'all gon' do now?)\n[01:22.16] I'm the wrong one to provoke\n[01:23.62] And ratting on niggas is only gon' leave you smoked (come on)\n[01:26.35] So, the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right)\n[01:28.93] Which I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (uh-huh) (that's right)\n[01:31.82] They pop shit 'til we start approaching these cowards (uh-huh, uh-huh) (yeah)\n[01:34.34] While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers (uh) (come on)\n[01:36.60] In the commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em (huh?)\n[01:39.40] He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him (uh)\n[01:42.31] You heard of us, the murderous, most shady\n[01:44.82] Been on the low lately, the feds hate me\n[01:47.53] The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant\n[01:50.19] You hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin'\n[01:52.78] Duct tapin', your fam' destiny\n[01:55.07] Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah)\n[01:58.05] Francis, M to the Izz-H phenomenal (uh-huh)\n[02:00.50] Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah)\n[02:03.33] Rhyme a few bars, so I can buy a few cars (uh-huh)\n[02:05.44] And I kick a few flows, so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)\n[02:08.06] Excellence is my presence, never tense\n[02:10.99] Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick\n[02:13.48] Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (come on)\n[02:16.10] Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh-huh, let's go, come on)\n[02:18.69] Action, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)\n[02:21.26] And I'm quick to bust if my ends you touch (say what?)\n[02:23.64] Kids or girl you touch (come on)\n[02:26.59] Two automatoes, used to call me fatso\n[02:29.59] Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)\n[02:31.83] Militant, y'all faggots ain't killing shit\n[02:34.00] Oops, Cristal keep spillin' shit (oops, haha), you overdid it, Holmes (yeah)\n[02:37.36] You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone\n[02:40.09] Hold hands and say it like me\n[02:42.17] The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic\n[02:45.09] Graphic, tryin' to make dough like \"Jurassic\n[02:47.44] Park\" (come on) did, quick to spark kids who start shit (say what?)\n[02:50.30] See me (yeah), only me (I see you)\n[02:52.11] The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go)\n[02:54.09] Truly yours, Frank White\n[02:55.11] We got the real live shit from front to back (come on)\n[02:57.72] To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n[03:00.40] Where my niggas is at? (Yeah), where my niggas is at? (Ayo)\n[03:02.83] Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (I got something new I want to say, give me a sec)\n[03:05.45] Ayo, it can't stay dark for long (it can't stay dark for long)\n[03:07.60] They say it's darkest before the dawn (shh)\n[03:09.72] Calms before the storm (come on)\n[03:11.12] I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin' the psalms (I see you, ladies)\n[03:13.65] And I can see B.I. rockin' the Sean John (let's go, Big)\n[03:16.32] Yeah right, this is what \"life's after's\" like\n[03:18.86] B.I. Frank White, your \"Bad Boy For Life\"\n[03:21.40] No matter what the public say, we gon' prove\n[03:24.09] It ain't another MC that could fill your shoes\n[03:26.95] 'Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest\n[03:28.88] Realest, my stones the chillest, got homes and villas\n[03:32.19] Overseas and what was me, I found out\n[03:34.75] Other MCs been tryin' to find your route (haha)\n[03:37.54] It's ill when MCs used to be on other shit (yeah, come on)\n[03:40.04] Took home \"Life after Death\" and they studied it (that's right)\n[03:42.44] Listened to the double disc (yeah)\n[03:43.84] Now they all spit (come on) like they all legit\n[03:46.18] Frank, tell 'em how we get, go\n[03:47.44] We got the shit mapped tight (yeah), brass knuckles and flashlights (come on)\n[03:50.21] The heaters in the two-seaters (uh-huh), with two miras (yeah)\n[03:53.17] Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us\n[03:55.72] P. Diddy run the city, show no pity (what's my name?)\n[03:58.32] I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (come on)\n[04:00.94] Mad he broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)\n[04:03.36] No respect, squeeze off 'till all y'all diminish (uh-huh)\n[04:06.17] Shootouts for 20 minutes until we finish (take out)\n[04:08.79] Venice took the loot, escaped in the coupe\n[04:11.08] Break bread with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch\n[04:13.62] Black Rob joined the Mob (Black Rob), it ain't no replacing him (I see him)\n[04:16.52] Niggas step up, with just macin' them (yeah)\n[04:18.68] Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)\n[04:21.48] The Brick City, nobody come off like P. 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(Where you at?)\n[05:21.74] Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?) Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?)\n[05:24.28] Where the fuck my bitches at? (Where you at?) Where my bitches is at?\n[05:26.65] We got the real live shit from front to back (I told y'all)\n[05:29.43] To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Ten years from now we'll still be on top)\n[05:32.17] Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (We've just begun)\n[05:34.47] Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n[05:37.05] We got the real live shit from front to back (thank you)\n[05:39.96] To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Thank you)\n[05:42.36] Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (B.I.G. forever)\n[05:45.25] Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (Bad Boy)\n[05:47.76] We got the real live shit from front to back (you know the rest)\n[05:50.32] To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?\n[05:53.09] Where my niggas is at? 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text: The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant\n  start_ms: 107530\n  end_ms: 110190\n- text: You hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin'\n  start_ms: 110190\n  end_ms: 112780\n- text: Duct tapin', your fam' destiny\n  start_ms: 112780\n  end_ms: 115070\n- text: Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah)\n  start_ms: 115070\n  end_ms: 118050\n- text: Francis, M to the Izz-H phenomenal (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 118050\n  end_ms: 120500\n- text: Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah)\n  start_ms: 120500\n  end_ms: 123330\n- text: Rhyme a few bars, so I can buy a few cars (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 123330\n  end_ms: 125440\n- text: And I kick a few flows, so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)\n  start_ms: 125440\n  end_ms: 128060\n- text: Excellence is my presence, never tense\n  start_ms: 128060\n  end_ms: 130990\n- text: Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick\n  start_ms: 130990\n  end_ms: 133480\n- text: Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (come on)\n  start_ms: 133480\n  end_ms: 136100\n- text: Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh-huh, let's go, come on)\n  start_ms: 136100\n  end_ms: 138690\n- text: Action, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)\n  start_ms: 138690\n  end_ms: 141260\n- text: And I'm quick to bust if my ends you touch (say what?)\n  start_ms: 141260\n  end_ms: 143640\n- text: Kids or girl you touch (come on)\n  start_ms: 143640\n  end_ms: 146590\n- text: Two automatoes, used to call me fatso\n  start_ms: 146590\n  end_ms: 149590\n- text: Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)\n  start_ms: 149590\n  end_ms: 151830\n- text: Militant, y'all faggots ain't killing shit\n  start_ms: 151830\n  end_ms: 154000\n- text: Oops, Cristal keep spillin' shit (oops, haha), you overdid it, Holmes (yeah)\n  start_ms: 154000\n  end_ms: 157360\n- text: You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone\n  start_ms: 157360\n  end_ms: 160090\n- text: Hold hands and say it like me\n  start_ms: 160090\n  end_ms: 162170\n- text: The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic\n  start_ms: 162170\n  end_ms: 165090\n- text: Graphic, tryin' to make dough like \"Jurassic\n  start_ms: 165090\n  end_ms: 167440\n- text: Park\" (come on) did, quick to spark kids who start shit (say what?)\n  start_ms: 167440\n  end_ms: 170300\n- text: See me (yeah), only me (I see you)\n  start_ms: 170300\n  end_ms: 172110\n- text: The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go)\n  start_ms: 172110\n  end_ms: 174090\n- text: Truly yours, Frank White\n  start_ms: 174090\n  end_ms: 175110\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (come on)\n  start_ms: 175110\n  end_ms: 177720\n- text: To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n  start_ms: 177720\n  end_ms: 180400\n- text: Where my niggas is at? (Yeah), where my niggas is at? (Ayo)\n  start_ms: 180400\n  end_ms: 182830\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (I got something new I want to say, give me a sec)\n  start_ms: 182830\n  end_ms: 185450\n- text: Ayo, it can't stay dark for long (it can't stay dark for long)\n  start_ms: 185450\n  end_ms: 187600\n- text: They say it's darkest before the dawn (shh)\n  start_ms: 187600\n  end_ms: 189720\n- text: Calms before the storm (come on)\n  start_ms: 189720\n  end_ms: 191120\n- text: I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin' the psalms (I see you, ladies)\n  start_ms: 191120\n  end_ms: 193650\n- text: And I can see B.I. rockin' the Sean John (let's go, Big)\n  start_ms: 193650\n  end_ms: 196320\n- text: Yeah right, this is what \"life's after's\" like\n  start_ms: 196320\n  end_ms: 198860\n- text: B.I. Frank White, your \"Bad Boy For Life\"\n  start_ms: 198860\n  end_ms: 201400\n- text: No matter what the public say, we gon' prove\n  start_ms: 201400\n  end_ms: 204090\n- text: It ain't another MC that could fill your shoes\n  start_ms: 204090\n  end_ms: 206950\n- text: '''Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest'\n  start_ms: 206950\n  end_ms: 208880\n- text: Realest, my stones the chillest, got homes and villas\n  start_ms: 208880\n  end_ms: 212190\n- text: Overseas and what was me, I found out\n  start_ms: 212190\n  end_ms: 214750\n- text: Other MCs been tryin' to find your route (haha)\n  start_ms: 214750\n  end_ms: 217540\n- text: It's ill when MCs used to be on other shit (yeah, come on)\n  start_ms: 217540\n  end_ms: 220040\n- text: Took home \"Life after Death\" and they studied it (that's right)\n  start_ms: 220040\n  end_ms: 222440\n- text: Listened to the double disc (yeah)\n  start_ms: 222440\n  end_ms: 223840\n- text: Now they all spit (come on) like they all legit\n  start_ms: 223840\n  end_ms: 226180\n- text: Frank, tell 'em how we get, go\n  start_ms: 226180\n  end_ms: 227440\n- text: We got the shit mapped tight (yeah), brass knuckles and flashlights (come on)\n  start_ms: 227440\n  end_ms: 230210\n- text: The heaters in the two-seaters (uh-huh), with two miras (yeah)\n  start_ms: 230210\n  end_ms: 233170\n- text: Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us\n  start_ms: 233170\n  end_ms: 235720\n- text: P. Diddy run the city, show no pity (what's my name?)\n  start_ms: 235720\n  end_ms: 238320\n- text: I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (come on)\n  start_ms: 238320\n  end_ms: 240940\n- text: Mad he broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)\n  start_ms: 240940\n  end_ms: 243360\n- text: No respect, squeeze off 'till all y'all diminish (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 243360\n  end_ms: 246170\n- text: Shootouts for 20 minutes until we finish (take out)\n  start_ms: 246170\n  end_ms: 248790\n- text: Venice took the loot, escaped in the coupe\n  start_ms: 248790\n  end_ms: 251080\n- text: Break bread with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch\n  start_ms: 251080\n  end_ms: 253620\n- text: Black Rob joined the Mob (Black Rob), it ain't no replacing him (I see him)\n  start_ms: 253620\n  end_ms: 256520\n- text: Niggas step up, with just macin' them (yeah)\n  start_ms: 256520\n  end_ms: 258680\n- text: Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)\n  start_ms: 258680\n  end_ms: 261480\n- text: The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)\n  start_ms: 261480\n  end_ms: 264300\n- text: Business-wise, I play men\n  start_ms: 264300\n  end_ms: 266100\n- text: Hide money on the Island Cayman (come on), y'all just betray men (yeah)\n  start_ms: 266100\n  end_ms: 269460\n- text: We spray men, I position, competition\n  start_ms: 269460\n  end_ms: 271830\n- text: Another day in the life of the commission\n  start_ms: 271830\n  end_ms: 273860\n- text: I got an industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 273860\n  end_ms: 277120\n- text: And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah\n  start_ms: 277120\n  end_ms: 279750\n- text: Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper (yeah)\n  start_ms: 279750\n  end_ms: 282760\n- text: This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker (pff)\n  start_ms: 282760\n  end_ms: 285080\n- text: I'm slidin' through the Ruckers with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)\n  start_ms: 285080\n  end_ms: 287680\n- text: So, the spring break hoes, home from college, wanna fuck us (ha)\n  start_ms: 287680\n  end_ms: 290460\n- text: I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)\n  start_ms: 290460\n  end_ms: 292670\n- text: I'll sick Rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin' to cuff us (let's go, come on)\n  start_ms: 292670\n  end_ms: 295760\n- text: Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros\n  start_ms: 295760\n  end_ms: 298320\n- text: When it comes to paper, I blow the soul out the hero (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 298320\n  end_ms: 301010\n- text: I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides\n  start_ms: 301010\n  end_ms: 303450\n- text: Every rapper ain't a star and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 303450\n  end_ms: 306140\n- text: You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smoking by the big screen (yeah)\n  start_ms: 306140\n  end_ms: 308780\n- text: And changin' the channel looks like I'm playin' the game, boy\n  start_ms: 308780\n  end_ms: 311560\n- text: I know the watch bothering your vision\n  start_ms: 311560\n  end_ms: 313390\n- text: But reach, and I'll put a dot on your head (yeah) like it's part of your religion\n  start_ms: 313390\n  end_ms: 316220\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (yeah)\n  start_ms: 316220\n  end_ms: 319090\n- text: To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n  start_ms: 319090\n  end_ms: 321740\n- text: Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?) Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?)\n  start_ms: 321740\n  end_ms: 324280\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? (Where you at?) Where my bitches is at?\n  start_ms: 324280\n  end_ms: 326650\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (I told y'all)\n  start_ms: 326650\n  end_ms: 329430\n- text: To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Ten years from now we'll still be on top)\n  start_ms: 329430\n  end_ms: 332170\n- text: Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (We've just begun)\n  start_ms: 332170\n  end_ms: 334470\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n  start_ms: 334470\n  end_ms: 337050\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (thank you)\n  start_ms: 337050\n  end_ms: 339960\n- text: To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Thank you)\n  start_ms: 339960\n  end_ms: 342360\n- text: Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (B.I.G. forever)\n  start_ms: 342360\n  end_ms: 345250\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (Bad Boy)\n  start_ms: 345250\n  end_ms: 347760\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (you know the rest)\n  start_ms: 347760\n  end_ms: 350320\n- text: To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?\n  start_ms: 350320\n  end_ms: 353090\n- text: Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?\n  start_ms: 353090\n  end_ms: 355630\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n  start_ms: 355630\n  end_ms: 358050\n- text: We got the real live shit\n  start_ms: 358050\n  end_ms: 359940\n- text: Fuck y'all niggas want to do?\n  start_ms: 359940\n  end_ms: 362380\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 362380\nplain: |-\n  Ten years\n  Yo, the sun don't shine forever\n  But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together\n  Better now than never, business before pleasure\n  P. Diddy and the fam, who you know, do it better?\n  Yeah right, no matter what, we airtight\n\n  And when you hear something, make sure you hear it right\n  Don't make an ass out of yourself by assuming\n  My music keeps you moving, what are you proving?\n  You know that I'm two levels above you, baby\n  Hug me, baby, I'ma make you love me, baby\n\n  It's ten years and we still running this motherfucker\n  Yeah, as we proceed to give you what you need\n  It's all fucked up now (yo)\n  What the fuck y'all gon' do now?\n\n  Yo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah)\n  So, if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together\n  I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)\n  G-Unit move around with them pounds and Berretas\n  Yeah, faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it\n  Regardless if it's handed to me, or I got to grab it\n  Don't make an ass out of yourself tryna stop me\n  I'm cocky, rap's \"Rocky\", nigga, you're sloppy\n\n  You know that I'm eight levels above you, nigga\n  I'll plug you, nigga, I never heard of you, nigga, it's ugly, nigga (what y'all gon' do now?)\n  I'm the wrong one to provoke\n  And ratting on niggas is only gon' leave you smoked (come on)\n  So, the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right)\n  Which I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (uh-huh) (that's right)\n  They pop shit 'til we start approaching these cowards (uh-huh, uh-huh) (yeah)\n  While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers (uh) (come on)\n\n  In the commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em (huh?)\n  He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him (uh)\n  You heard of us, the murderous, most shady\n  Been on the low lately, the feds hate me\n  The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant\n  You hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin'\n  Duct tapin', your fam' destiny\n  Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah)\n\n  Francis, M to the Izz-H phenomenal (uh-huh)\n  Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah)\n  Rhyme a few bars, so I can buy a few cars (uh-huh)\n  And I kick a few flows, so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)\n  Excellence is my presence, never tense\n  Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick\n  Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (come on)\n  Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh-huh, let's go, come on)\n\n  Action, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)\n  And I'm quick to bust if my ends you touch (say what?)\n  Kids or girl you touch (come on)\n  Two automatoes, used to call me fatso\n  Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)\n  Militant, y'all faggots ain't killing shit\n  Oops, Cristal keep spillin' shit (oops, haha), you overdid it, Holmes (yeah)\n  You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone\n\n  Hold hands and say it like me\n  The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic\n  Graphic, tryin' to make dough like \"Jurassic\n  Park\" (come on) did, quick to spark kids who start shit (say what?)\n  See me (yeah), only me (I see you)\n  The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go)\n  Truly yours, Frank White\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (come on)\n  To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n  Where my niggas is at? (Yeah), where my niggas is at? (Ayo)\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (I got something new I want to say, give me a sec)\n\n  Ayo, it can't stay dark for long (it can't stay dark for long)\n  They say it's darkest before the dawn (shh)\n  Calms before the storm (come on)\n  I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin' the psalms (I see you, ladies)\n  And I can see B.I. rockin' the Sean John (let's go, Big)\n  Yeah right, this is what \"life's after's\" like\n  B.I. Frank White, your \"Bad Boy For Life\"\n  No matter what the public say, we gon' prove\n  It ain't another MC that could fill your shoes\n\n  'Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest\n  Realest, my stones the chillest, got homes and villas\n  Overseas and what was me, I found out\n  Other MCs been tryin' to find your route (haha)\n  It's ill when MCs used to be on other shit (yeah, come on)\n  Took home \"Life after Death\" and they studied it (that's right)\n  Listened to the double disc (yeah)\n  Now they all spit (come on) like they all legit\n  Frank, tell 'em how we get, go\n\n  We got the shit mapped tight (yeah), brass knuckles and flashlights (come on)\n  The heaters in the two-seaters (uh-huh), with two miras (yeah)\n  Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us\n  P. Diddy run the city, show no pity (what's my name?)\n  I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (come on)\n  Mad he broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)\n  No respect, squeeze off 'till all y'all diminish (uh-huh)\n  Shootouts for 20 minutes until we finish (take out)\n\n  Venice took the loot, escaped in the coupe\n  Break bread with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch\n  Black Rob joined the Mob (Black Rob), it ain't no replacing him (I see him)\n  Niggas step up, with just macin' them (yeah)\n  Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)\n  The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)\n  Business-wise, I play men\n  Hide money on the Island Cayman (come on), y'all just betray men (yeah)\n  We spray men, I position, competition\n  Another day in the life of the commission\n\n  I got an industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh-huh)\n  And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah\n  Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper (yeah)\n  This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker (pff)\n  I'm slidin' through the Ruckers with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)\n  So, the spring break hoes, home from college, wanna fuck us (ha)\n  I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)\n  I'll sick Rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin' to cuff us (let's go, come on)\n\n  Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros\n  When it comes to paper, I blow the soul out the hero (uh-huh)\n  I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides\n  Every rapper ain't a star and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh-huh)\n  You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smoking by the big screen (yeah)\n  And changin' the channel looks like I'm playin' the game, boy\n  I know the watch bothering your vision\n  But reach, and I'll put a dot on your head (yeah) like it's part of your religion\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (yeah)\n  To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n  Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?) Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?)\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? (Where you at?) Where my bitches is at?\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (I told y'all)\n  To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Ten years from now we'll still be on top)\n  Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (We've just begun)\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (thank you)\n  To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Thank you)\n  Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (B.I.G. forever)\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (Bad Boy)\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (you know the rest)\n  To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?\n  Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n  We got the real live shit\n\n  Fuck y'all niggas want to do?\n"},{"id":38751266,"name":"Victory 2004","trackName":"Victory 2004","artistName":"Diddy","albumName":"Black Winter Party","duration":381.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ten years\nYo, the sun don't shine forever\nBut as long as it's here then we might as well shine together\nBetter now than never, business before pleasure\nP. 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(Where you at?)\nWhere my niggas is at? (Yeah), where my niggas is at? (Ayo)\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (I got something new I want to say, give me a sec)\n\nAyo, it can't stay dark for long (it can't stay dark for long)\nThey say it's darkest before the dawn (shh)\nCalms before the storm (come on)\nI'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin' the psalms (I see you, ladies)\nAnd I can see B.I. rockin' the Sean John (let's go, Big)\nYeah right, this is what \"life's after's\" like\nB.I. Frank White, your \"Bad Boy For Life\"\nNo matter what the public say, we gon' prove\nIt ain't another MC that could fill your shoes\n\n'Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest\nRealest, my stones the chillest, got homes and villas\nOverseas and what was me, I found out\nOther MCs been tryin' to find your route (haha)\nIt's ill when MCs used to be on other shit (yeah, come on)\nTook home \"Life after Death\" and they studied it (that's right)\nListened to the double disc (yeah)\nNow they all spit (come on) like they all legit\nFrank, tell 'em how we get, go\n\nWe got the shit mapped tight (yeah), brass knuckles and flashlights (come on)\nThe heaters in the two-seaters (uh-huh), with two miras (yeah)\nSenoritas, kiss rings when you meet us\nP. Diddy run the city, show no pity (what's my name?)\nI'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (come on)\nMad he broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)\nNo respect, squeeze off 'till all y'all diminish (uh-huh)\nShootouts for 20 minutes until we finish (take out)\n\nVenice took the loot, escaped in the coupe\nBreak bread with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch\nBlack Rob joined the Mob (Black Rob), it ain't no replacing him (I see him)\nNiggas step up, with just macin' them (yeah)\nPlacin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)\nThe Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)\nBusiness-wise, I play men\nHide money on the Island Cayman (come on), y'all just betray men (yeah)\nWe spray men, I position, competition\nAnother day in the life of the commission\n\nI got an industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh-huh)\nAnd flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah\nNow all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper (yeah)\nThis shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker (pff)\nI'm slidin' through the Ruckers with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)\nSo, the spring break hoes, home from college, wanna fuck us (ha)\nI ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)\nI'll sick Rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin' to cuff us (let's go, come on)\n\nTop dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros\nWhen it comes to paper, I blow the soul out the hero (uh-huh)\nI'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides\nEvery rapper ain't a star and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh-huh)\nYou can't tame Lloyd, I'm smoking by the big screen (yeah)\nAnd changin' the channel looks like I'm playin' the game, boy\nI know the watch bothering your vision\nBut reach, and I'll put a dot on your head (yeah) like it's part of your religion\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (yeah)\nTo my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\nWhere my niggas is at? (Where you at?) Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?)\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? (Where you at?) Where my bitches is at?\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (I told y'all)\nTo my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Ten years from now we'll still be on top)\nWhere my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (We've just begun)\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (thank you)\nTo my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Thank you)\nWhere my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (B.I.G. forever)\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (Bad Boy)\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (you know the rest)\nTo my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?\nWhere my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\nWe got the real live shit\n\nFuck y'all niggas want to do?","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.96]Ten years\n[00:13.78]Yo, the sun don't shine forever\n[00:15.77]But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together\n[00:19.12]Better now than never, business before pleasure\n[00:22.22]P. Diddy and the fam, who you know, do it better?\n[00:25.37]Yeah right, no matter what, we airtight\n[00:27.96]And when you hear something, make sure you hear it right\n[00:30.84]Don't make an ass out of yourself by assuming\n[00:33.46]My music keeps you moving, what are you proving?\n[00:36.21]You know that I'm two levels above you, baby\n[00:38.96]Hug me, baby, I'ma make you love me, baby\n[00:42.48]It's ten years and we still running this motherfucker\n[00:45.76]Yeah, as we proceed to give you what you need\n[00:50.85]It's all fucked up now (yo)\n[00:53.43]What the fuck y'all gon' do now?\n[00:55.14]Yo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah)\n[00:57.00]So, if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together\n[01:00.18]I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)\n[01:02.94]G-Unit move around with them pounds and Berretas\n[01:05.79]Yeah, faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it\n[01:08.23]Regardless if it's handed to me, or I got to grab it\n[01:10.78]Don't make an ass out of yourself tryna stop me\n[01:13.61]I'm cocky, rap's \"Rocky\", nigga, you're sloppy\n[01:16.06]You know that I'm eight levels above you, nigga\n[01:18.25]I'll plug you, nigga, I never heard of you, nigga, it's ugly, nigga (what y'all gon' do now?)\n[01:22.16]I'm the wrong one to provoke\n[01:23.62]And ratting on niggas is only gon' leave you smoked (come on)\n[01:26.35]So, the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right)\n[01:28.93]Which I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (uh-huh) (that's right)\n[01:31.82]They pop shit 'til we start approaching these cowards (uh-huh, uh-huh) (yeah)\n[01:34.34]While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers (uh) (come on)\n[01:36.60]In the commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em (huh?)\n[01:39.40]He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him (uh)\n[01:42.31]You heard of us, the murderous, most shady\n[01:44.82]Been on the low lately, the feds hate me\n[01:47.53]The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant\n[01:50.19]You hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin'\n[01:52.78]Duct tapin', your fam' destiny\n[01:55.07]Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah)\n[01:58.05]Francis, M to the Izz-H phenomenal (uh-huh)\n[02:00.50]Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah)\n[02:03.33]Rhyme a few bars, so I can buy a few cars (uh-huh)\n[02:05.44]And I kick a few flows, so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)\n[02:08.06]Excellence is my presence, never tense\n[02:10.99]Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick\n[02:13.48]Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (come on)\n[02:16.10]Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh-huh, let's go, come on)\n[02:18.69]Action, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)\n[02:21.26]And I'm quick to bust if my ends you touch (say what?)\n[02:23.64]Kids or girl you touch (come on)\n[02:26.59]Two automatoes, used to call me fatso\n[02:29.59]Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)\n[02:31.83]Militant, y'all faggots ain't killing shit\n[02:34.00]Oops, Cristal keep spillin' shit (oops, haha), you overdid it, Holmes (yeah)\n[02:37.36]You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone\n[02:40.09]Hold hands and say it like me\n[02:42.17]The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic\n[02:45.09]Graphic, tryin' to make dough like \"Jurassic\n[02:47.44]Park\" (come on) did, quick to spark kids who start shit (say what?)\n[02:50.30]See me (yeah), only me (I see you)\n[02:52.11]The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go)\n[02:54.09]Truly yours, Frank White\n[02:55.11]We got the real live shit from front to back (come on)\n[02:57.72]To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n[03:00.40]Where my niggas is at? (Yeah), where my niggas is at? (Ayo)\n[03:02.83]Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (I got something new I want to say, give me a sec)\n[03:05.45]Ayo, it can't stay dark for long (it can't stay dark for long)\n[03:07.60]They say it's darkest before the dawn (shh)\n[03:09.72]Calms before the storm (come on)\n[03:11.12]I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin' the psalms (I see you, ladies)\n[03:13.65]And I can see B.I. rockin' the Sean John (let's go, Big)\n[03:16.32]Yeah right, this is what \"life's after's\" like\n[03:18.86]B.I. 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Diddy run the city, show no pity (what's my name?)\n[03:58.32]I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (come on)\n[04:00.94]Mad he broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)\n[04:03.36]No respect, squeeze off 'till all y'all diminish (uh-huh)\n[04:06.17]Shootouts for 20 minutes until we finish (take out)\n[04:08.79]Venice took the loot, escaped in the coupe\n[04:11.08]Break bread with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch\n[04:13.62]Black Rob joined the Mob (Black Rob), it ain't no replacing him (I see him)\n[04:16.52]Niggas step up, with just macin' them (yeah)\n[04:18.68]Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)\n[04:21.48]The Brick City, nobody come off like P. 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(Where you at?)\n[05:21.74]Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?) Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?)\n[05:24.28]Where the fuck my bitches at? (Where you at?) Where my bitches is at?\n[05:26.65]We got the real live shit from front to back (I told y'all)\n[05:29.43]To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Ten years from now we'll still be on top)\n[05:32.17]Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (We've just begun)\n[05:34.47]Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n[05:37.05]We got the real live shit from front to back (thank you)\n[05:39.96]To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Thank you)\n[05:42.36]Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (B.I.G. forever)\n[05:45.25]Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (Bad Boy)\n[05:47.76]We got the real live shit from front to back (you know the rest)\n[05:50.32]To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?\n[05:53.09]Where my niggas is at? 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Frankie baby, fantastic\n  start_ms: 162170\n  end_ms: 165090\n- text: Graphic, tryin' to make dough like \"Jurassic\n  start_ms: 165090\n  end_ms: 167440\n- text: Park\" (come on) did, quick to spark kids who start shit (say what?)\n  start_ms: 167440\n  end_ms: 170300\n- text: See me (yeah), only me (I see you)\n  start_ms: 170300\n  end_ms: 172110\n- text: The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go)\n  start_ms: 172110\n  end_ms: 174090\n- text: Truly yours, Frank White\n  start_ms: 174090\n  end_ms: 175110\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (come on)\n  start_ms: 175110\n  end_ms: 177720\n- text: To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n  start_ms: 177720\n  end_ms: 180400\n- text: Where my niggas is at? (Yeah), where my niggas is at? (Ayo)\n  start_ms: 180400\n  end_ms: 182830\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (I got something new I want to say, give me a sec)\n  start_ms: 182830\n  end_ms: 185450\n- text: Ayo, it can't stay dark for long (it can't stay dark for long)\n  start_ms: 185450\n  end_ms: 187600\n- text: They say it's darkest before the dawn (shh)\n  start_ms: 187600\n  end_ms: 189720\n- text: Calms before the storm (come on)\n  start_ms: 189720\n  end_ms: 191120\n- text: I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin' the psalms (I see you, ladies)\n  start_ms: 191120\n  end_ms: 193650\n- text: And I can see B.I. rockin' the Sean John (let's go, Big)\n  start_ms: 193650\n  end_ms: 196320\n- text: Yeah right, this is what \"life's after's\" like\n  start_ms: 196320\n  end_ms: 198860\n- text: B.I. Frank White, your \"Bad Boy For Life\"\n  start_ms: 198860\n  end_ms: 201400\n- text: No matter what the public say, we gon' prove\n  start_ms: 201400\n  end_ms: 204090\n- text: It ain't another MC that could fill your shoes\n  start_ms: 204090\n  end_ms: 206950\n- text: '''Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest'\n  start_ms: 206950\n  end_ms: 208880\n- text: Realest, my stones the chillest, got homes and villas\n  start_ms: 208880\n  end_ms: 212190\n- text: Overseas and what was me, I found out\n  start_ms: 212190\n  end_ms: 214750\n- text: Other MCs been tryin' to find your route (haha)\n  start_ms: 214750\n  end_ms: 217540\n- text: It's ill when MCs used to be on other shit (yeah, come on)\n  start_ms: 217540\n  end_ms: 220040\n- text: Took home \"Life after Death\" and they studied it (that's right)\n  start_ms: 220040\n  end_ms: 222440\n- text: Listened to the double disc (yeah)\n  start_ms: 222440\n  end_ms: 223840\n- text: Now they all spit (come on) like they all legit\n  start_ms: 223840\n  end_ms: 226180\n- text: Frank, tell 'em how we get, go\n  start_ms: 226180\n  end_ms: 227440\n- text: We got the shit mapped tight (yeah), brass knuckles and flashlights (come on)\n  start_ms: 227440\n  end_ms: 230210\n- text: The heaters in the two-seaters (uh-huh), with two miras (yeah)\n  start_ms: 230210\n  end_ms: 233170\n- text: Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us\n  start_ms: 233170\n  end_ms: 235720\n- text: P. Diddy run the city, show no pity (what's my name?)\n  start_ms: 235720\n  end_ms: 238320\n- text: I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (come on)\n  start_ms: 238320\n  end_ms: 240940\n- text: Mad he broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)\n  start_ms: 240940\n  end_ms: 243360\n- text: No respect, squeeze off 'till all y'all diminish (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 243360\n  end_ms: 246170\n- text: Shootouts for 20 minutes until we finish (take out)\n  start_ms: 246170\n  end_ms: 248790\n- text: Venice took the loot, escaped in the coupe\n  start_ms: 248790\n  end_ms: 251080\n- text: Break bread with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch\n  start_ms: 251080\n  end_ms: 253620\n- text: Black Rob joined the Mob (Black Rob), it ain't no replacing him (I see him)\n  start_ms: 253620\n  end_ms: 256520\n- text: Niggas step up, with just macin' them (yeah)\n  start_ms: 256520\n  end_ms: 258680\n- text: Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)\n  start_ms: 258680\n  end_ms: 261480\n- text: The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)\n  start_ms: 261480\n  end_ms: 264300\n- text: Business-wise, I play men\n  start_ms: 264300\n  end_ms: 266100\n- text: Hide money on the Island Cayman (come on), y'all just betray men (yeah)\n  start_ms: 266100\n  end_ms: 269460\n- text: We spray men, I position, competition\n  start_ms: 269460\n  end_ms: 271830\n- text: Another day in the life of the commission\n  start_ms: 271830\n  end_ms: 273860\n- text: I got an industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 273860\n  end_ms: 277120\n- text: And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah\n  start_ms: 277120\n  end_ms: 279750\n- text: Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper (yeah)\n  start_ms: 279750\n  end_ms: 282760\n- text: This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker (pff)\n  start_ms: 282760\n  end_ms: 285080\n- text: I'm slidin' through the Ruckers with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)\n  start_ms: 285080\n  end_ms: 287680\n- text: So, the spring break hoes, home from college, wanna fuck us (ha)\n  start_ms: 287680\n  end_ms: 290460\n- text: I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)\n  start_ms: 290460\n  end_ms: 292670\n- text: I'll sick Rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin' to cuff us (let's go, come on)\n  start_ms: 292670\n  end_ms: 295760\n- text: Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros\n  start_ms: 295760\n  end_ms: 298320\n- text: When it comes to paper, I blow the soul out the hero (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 298320\n  end_ms: 301010\n- text: I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides\n  start_ms: 301010\n  end_ms: 303450\n- text: Every rapper ain't a star and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 303450\n  end_ms: 306140\n- text: You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smoking by the big screen (yeah)\n  start_ms: 306140\n  end_ms: 308780\n- text: And changin' the channel looks like I'm playin' the game, boy\n  start_ms: 308780\n  end_ms: 311560\n- text: I know the watch bothering your vision\n  start_ms: 311560\n  end_ms: 313390\n- text: But reach, and I'll put a dot on your head (yeah) like it's part of your religion\n  start_ms: 313390\n  end_ms: 316220\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (yeah)\n  start_ms: 316220\n  end_ms: 319090\n- text: To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n  start_ms: 319090\n  end_ms: 321740\n- text: Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?) Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?)\n  start_ms: 321740\n  end_ms: 324280\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? (Where you at?) Where my bitches is at?\n  start_ms: 324280\n  end_ms: 326650\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (I told y'all)\n  start_ms: 326650\n  end_ms: 329430\n- text: To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Ten years from now we'll still be on top)\n  start_ms: 329430\n  end_ms: 332170\n- text: Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (We've just begun)\n  start_ms: 332170\n  end_ms: 334470\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n  start_ms: 334470\n  end_ms: 337050\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (thank you)\n  start_ms: 337050\n  end_ms: 339960\n- text: To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Thank you)\n  start_ms: 339960\n  end_ms: 342360\n- text: Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (B.I.G. forever)\n  start_ms: 342360\n  end_ms: 345250\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (Bad Boy)\n  start_ms: 345250\n  end_ms: 347760\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (you know the rest)\n  start_ms: 347760\n  end_ms: 350320\n- text: To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?\n  start_ms: 350320\n  end_ms: 353090\n- text: Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?\n  start_ms: 353090\n  end_ms: 355630\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n  start_ms: 355630\n  end_ms: 358050\n- text: We got the real live shit\n  start_ms: 358050\n  end_ms: 359940\n- text: Fuck y'all niggas want to do?\n  start_ms: 359940\n  end_ms: 362380\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 362380\nplain: |-\n  Ten years\n  Yo, the sun don't shine forever\n  But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together\n  Better now than never, business before pleasure\n  P. Diddy and the fam, who you know, do it better?\n  Yeah right, no matter what, we airtight\n\n  And when you hear something, make sure you hear it right\n  Don't make an ass out of yourself by assuming\n  My music keeps you moving, what are you proving?\n  You know that I'm two levels above you, baby\n  Hug me, baby, I'ma make you love me, baby\n\n  It's ten years and we still running this motherfucker\n  Yeah, as we proceed to give you what you need\n  It's all fucked up now (yo)\n  What the fuck y'all gon' do now?\n\n  Yo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah)\n  So, if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together\n  I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)\n  G-Unit move around with them pounds and Berretas\n  Yeah, faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it\n  Regardless if it's handed to me, or I got to grab it\n  Don't make an ass out of yourself tryna stop me\n  I'm cocky, rap's \"Rocky\", nigga, you're sloppy\n\n  You know that I'm eight levels above you, nigga\n  I'll plug you, nigga, I never heard of you, nigga, it's ugly, nigga (what y'all gon' do now?)\n  I'm the wrong one to provoke\n  And ratting on niggas is only gon' leave you smoked (come on)\n  So, the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right)\n  Which I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (uh-huh) (that's right)\n  They pop shit 'til we start approaching these cowards (uh-huh, uh-huh) (yeah)\n  While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers (uh) (come on)\n\n  In the commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em (huh?)\n  He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him (uh)\n  You heard of us, the murderous, most shady\n  Been on the low lately, the feds hate me\n  The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant\n  You hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin'\n  Duct tapin', your fam' destiny\n  Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah)\n\n  Francis, M to the Izz-H phenomenal (uh-huh)\n  Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah)\n  Rhyme a few bars, so I can buy a few cars (uh-huh)\n  And I kick a few flows, so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)\n  Excellence is my presence, never tense\n  Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick\n  Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (come on)\n  Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh-huh, let's go, come on)\n\n  Action, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)\n  And I'm quick to bust if my ends you touch (say what?)\n  Kids or girl you touch (come on)\n  Two automatoes, used to call me fatso\n  Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)\n  Militant, y'all faggots ain't killing shit\n  Oops, Cristal keep spillin' shit (oops, haha), you overdid it, Holmes (yeah)\n  You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone\n\n  Hold hands and say it like me\n  The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic\n  Graphic, tryin' to make dough like \"Jurassic\n  Park\" (come on) did, quick to spark kids who start shit (say what?)\n  See me (yeah), only me (I see you)\n  The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go)\n  Truly yours, Frank White\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (come on)\n  To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n  Where my niggas is at? (Yeah), where my niggas is at? (Ayo)\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (I got something new I want to say, give me a sec)\n\n  Ayo, it can't stay dark for long (it can't stay dark for long)\n  They say it's darkest before the dawn (shh)\n  Calms before the storm (come on)\n  I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin' the psalms (I see you, ladies)\n  And I can see B.I. rockin' the Sean John (let's go, Big)\n  Yeah right, this is what \"life's after's\" like\n  B.I. Frank White, your \"Bad Boy For Life\"\n  No matter what the public say, we gon' prove\n  It ain't another MC that could fill your shoes\n\n  'Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest\n  Realest, my stones the chillest, got homes and villas\n  Overseas and what was me, I found out\n  Other MCs been tryin' to find your route (haha)\n  It's ill when MCs used to be on other shit (yeah, come on)\n  Took home \"Life after Death\" and they studied it (that's right)\n  Listened to the double disc (yeah)\n  Now they all spit (come on) like they all legit\n  Frank, tell 'em how we get, go\n\n  We got the shit mapped tight (yeah), brass knuckles and flashlights (come on)\n  The heaters in the two-seaters (uh-huh), with two miras (yeah)\n  Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us\n  P. Diddy run the city, show no pity (what's my name?)\n  I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (come on)\n  Mad he broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)\n  No respect, squeeze off 'till all y'all diminish (uh-huh)\n  Shootouts for 20 minutes until we finish (take out)\n\n  Venice took the loot, escaped in the coupe\n  Break bread with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch\n  Black Rob joined the Mob (Black Rob), it ain't no replacing him (I see him)\n  Niggas step up, with just macin' them (yeah)\n  Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)\n  The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)\n  Business-wise, I play men\n  Hide money on the Island Cayman (come on), y'all just betray men (yeah)\n  We spray men, I position, competition\n  Another day in the life of the commission\n\n  I got an industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh-huh)\n  And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah\n  Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper (yeah)\n  This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker (pff)\n  I'm slidin' through the Ruckers with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)\n  So, the spring break hoes, home from college, wanna fuck us (ha)\n  I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)\n  I'll sick Rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin' to cuff us (let's go, come on)\n\n  Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros\n  When it comes to paper, I blow the soul out the hero (uh-huh)\n  I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides\n  Every rapper ain't a star and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh-huh)\n  You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smoking by the big screen (yeah)\n  And changin' the channel looks like I'm playin' the game, boy\n  I know the watch bothering your vision\n  But reach, and I'll put a dot on your head (yeah) like it's part of your religion\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (yeah)\n  To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n  Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?) Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?)\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? (Where you at?) Where my bitches is at?\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (I told y'all)\n  To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Ten years from now we'll still be on top)\n  Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (We've just begun)\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (thank you)\n  To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Thank you)\n  Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (B.I.G. forever)\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (Bad Boy)\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (you know the rest)\n  To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?\n  Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n  We got the real live shit\n\n  Fuck y'all niggas want to do?\n"},{"id":19276048,"name":"15.Victory 2004","trackName":"15.Victory 2004","artistName":"Diddy","albumName":"Rap Ride","duration":381.413878,"instrumental":true,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":null,"syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 15.Victory 2004\n  artist: Diddy\n  album: Rap Ride\n  duration_ms: 381414\n  instrumental: true\nlines: []\n"},{"id":11288543,"name":"Victory 2004","trackName":"Victory 2004","artistName":"Diddy & The Bad Boy Family","albumName":"Bad Boy's 10th Anniversary... The Hits","duration":381.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ten years\nYo, the sun don't shine forever\nBut as long as it's here then we might as well shine together\nBetter now than never, business before pleasure\nP. Diddy and the fam, who you know, do it better?\nYeah right, no matter what, we airtight\n\nAnd when you hear something, make sure you hear it right\nDon't make an ass out of yourself by assuming\nMy music keeps you moving, what are you proving?\nYou know that I'm two levels above you, baby\nHug me, baby, I'ma make you love me, baby\n\nIt's ten years and we still running this motherfucker\nYeah, as we proceed to give you what you need\nIt's all fucked up now (yo)\nWhat the fuck y'all gon' do now?\n\nYo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah)\nSo, if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together\nI'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)\nG-Unit move around with them pounds and Berretas\nYeah, faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it\nRegardless if it's handed to me, or I got to grab it\nDon't make an ass out of yourself tryna stop me\nI'm cocky, rap's \"Rocky\", nigga, you're sloppy\n\nYou know that I'm eight levels above you, nigga\nI'll plug you, nigga, I never heard of you, nigga, it's ugly, nigga (what y'all gon' do now?)\nI'm the wrong one to provoke\nAnd ratting on niggas is only gon' leave you smoked (come on)\nSo, the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right)\nWhich I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (uh-huh) (that's right)\nThey pop shit 'til we start approaching these cowards (uh-huh, uh-huh) (yeah)\nWhile we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers (uh) (come on)\n\nIn the commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em (huh?)\nHe don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him (uh)\nYou heard of us, the murderous, most shady\nBeen on the low lately, the feds hate me\nThe son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant\nYou hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin'\nDuct tapin', your fam' destiny\nLays in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah)\n\nFrancis, M to the Izz-H phenomenal (uh-huh)\nGun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah)\nRhyme a few bars, so I can buy a few cars (uh-huh)\nAnd I kick a few flows, so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)\nExcellence is my presence, never tense\nNever hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick\nReal sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (come on)\nAnyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh-huh, let's go, come on)\n\nAction, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)\nAnd I'm quick to bust if my ends you touch (say what?)\nKids or girl you touch (come on)\nTwo automatoes, used to call me fatso\nNow you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)\nMilitant, y'all faggots ain't killing shit\nOops, Cristal keep spillin' shit (oops, haha), you overdid it, Holmes (yeah)\nYou in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone\n\nHold hands and say it like me\nThe most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic\nGraphic, tryin' to make dough like \"Jurassic\nPark\" (come on) did, quick to spark kids who start shit (say what?)\nSee me (yeah), only me (I see you)\nThe Underboss of this holocaust (let's go)\nTruly yours, Frank White\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (come on)\nTo my people in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\nWhere my niggas is at? (Yeah), where my niggas is at? (Ayo)\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (I got something new I want to say, give me a sec)\n\nAyo, it can't stay dark for long (it can't stay dark for long)\nThey say it's darkest before the dawn (shh)\nCalms before the storm (come on)\nI'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin' the psalms (I see you, ladies)\nAnd I can see B.I. rockin' the Sean John (let's go, Big)\nYeah right, this is what \"life's after's\" like\nB.I. Frank White, your \"Bad Boy For Life\"\nNo matter what the public say, we gon' prove\nIt ain't another MC that could fill your shoes\n\n'Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest\nRealest, my stones the chillest, got homes and villas\nOverseas and what was me, I found out\nOther MCs been tryin' to find your route (haha)\nIt's ill when MCs used to be on other shit (yeah, come on)\nTook home \"Life after Death\" and they studied it (that's right)\nListened to the double disc (yeah)\nNow they all spit (come on) like they all legit\nFrank, tell 'em how we get, go\n\nWe got the shit mapped tight (yeah), brass knuckles and flashlights (come on)\nThe heaters in the two-seaters (uh-huh), with two miras (yeah)\nSenoritas, kiss rings when you meet us\nP. Diddy run the city, show no pity (what's my name?)\nI'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (come on)\nMad he broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)\nNo respect, squeeze off 'till all y'all diminish (uh-huh)\nShootouts for 20 minutes until we finish (take out)\n\nVenice took the loot, escaped in the coupe\nBreak bread with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch\nBlack Rob joined the Mob (Black Rob), it ain't no replacing him (I see him)\nNiggas step up, with just macin' them (yeah)\nPlacin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)\nThe Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)\nBusiness-wise, I play men\nHide money on the Island Cayman (come on), y'all just betray men (yeah)\nWe spray men, I position, competition\nAnother day in the life of the commission\n\nI got an industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh-huh)\nAnd flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah\nNow all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper (yeah)\nThis shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker (pff)\nI'm slidin' through the Ruckers with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)\nSo, the spring break hoes, home from college, wanna fuck us (ha)\nI ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)\nI'll sick Rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin' to cuff us (let's go, come on)\n\nTop dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros\nWhen it comes to paper, I blow the soul out the hero (uh-huh)\nI'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides\nEvery rapper ain't a star and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh-huh)\nYou can't tame Lloyd, I'm smoking by the big screen (yeah)\nAnd changin' the channel looks like I'm playin' the game, boy\nI know the watch bothering your vision\nBut reach, and I'll put a dot on your head (yeah) like it's part of your religion\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (yeah)\nTo my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\nWhere my niggas is at? (Where you at?) Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?)\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? (Where you at?) Where my bitches is at?\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (I told y'all)\nTo my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Ten years from now we'll still be on top)\nWhere my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (We've just begun)\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (thank you)\nTo my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Thank you)\nWhere my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (B.I.G. forever)\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (Bad Boy)\n\nWe got the real live shit from front to back (you know the rest)\nTo my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?\nWhere my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?\nWhere the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\nWe got the real live shit\n\nFuck y'all niggas want to do?","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.96] Ten years\n[00:13.78] Yo, the sun don't shine forever\n[00:15.77] But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together\n[00:19.12] Better now than never, business before pleasure\n[00:22.22] P. Diddy and the fam, who you know, do it better?\n[00:25.37] Yeah right, no matter what, we airtight\n[00:27.96] And when you hear something, make sure you hear it right\n[00:30.84] Don't make an ass out of yourself by assuming\n[00:33.46] My music keeps you moving, what are you proving?\n[00:36.21] You know that I'm two levels above you, baby\n[00:38.96] Hug me, baby, I'ma make you love me, baby\n[00:42.48] It's ten years and we still running this motherfucker\n[00:45.76] Yeah, as we proceed to give you what you need\n[00:50.85] It's all fucked up now (yo)\n[00:53.43] What the fuck y'all gon' do now?\n[00:55.14] Yo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah)\n[00:57.00] So, if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together\n[01:00.18] I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)\n[01:02.94] G-Unit move around with them pounds and Berretas\n[01:05.79] Yeah, faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it\n[01:08.23] Regardless if it's handed to me, or I got to grab it\n[01:10.78] Don't make an ass out of yourself tryna stop me\n[01:13.61] I'm cocky, rap's \"Rocky\", nigga, you're sloppy\n[01:16.06] You know that I'm eight levels above you, nigga\n[01:18.25] I'll plug you, nigga, I never heard of you, nigga, it's ugly, nigga (what y'all gon' do now?)\n[01:22.16] I'm the wrong one to provoke\n[01:23.62] And ratting on niggas is only gon' leave you smoked (come on)\n[01:26.35] So, the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right)\n[01:28.93] Which I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (uh-huh) (that's right)\n[01:31.82] They pop shit 'til we start approaching these cowards (uh-huh, uh-huh) (yeah)\n[01:34.34] While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers (uh) (come on)\n[01:36.60] In the commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em (huh?)\n[01:39.40] He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him (uh)\n[01:42.31] You heard of us, the murderous, most shady\n[01:44.82] Been on the low lately, the feds hate me\n[01:47.53] The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant\n[01:50.19] You hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin'\n[01:52.78] Duct tapin', your fam' destiny\n[01:55.07] Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah)\n[01:58.05] Francis, M to the Izz-H phenomenal (uh-huh)\n[02:00.50] Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah)\n[02:03.33] Rhyme a few bars, so I can buy a few cars (uh-huh)\n[02:05.44] And I kick a few flows, so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)\n[02:08.06] Excellence is my presence, never tense\n[02:10.99] Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick\n[02:13.48] Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (come on)\n[02:16.10] Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh-huh, let's go, come on)\n[02:18.69] Action, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)\n[02:21.26] And I'm quick to bust if my ends you touch (say what?)\n[02:23.64] Kids or girl you touch (come on)\n[02:26.59] Two automatoes, used to call me fatso\n[02:29.59] Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)\n[02:31.83] Militant, y'all faggots ain't killing shit\n[02:34.00] Oops, Cristal keep spillin' shit (oops, haha), you overdid it, Holmes (yeah)\n[02:37.36] You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone\n[02:40.09] Hold hands and say it like me\n[02:42.17] The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic\n[02:45.09] Graphic, tryin' to make dough like \"Jurassic\n[02:47.44] Park\" (come on) did, quick to spark kids who start shit (say what?)\n[02:50.30] See me (yeah), only me (I see you)\n[02:52.11] The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go)\n[02:54.09] Truly yours, Frank White\n[02:55.11] We got the real live shit from front to back (come on)\n[02:57.72] To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n[03:00.40] Where my niggas is at? (Yeah), where my niggas is at? (Ayo)\n[03:02.83] Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (I got something new I want to say, give me a sec)\n[03:05.45] Ayo, it can't stay dark for long (it can't stay dark for long)\n[03:07.60] They say it's darkest before the dawn (shh)\n[03:09.72] Calms before the storm (come on)\n[03:11.12] I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin' the psalms (I see you, ladies)\n[03:13.65] And I can see B.I. rockin' the Sean John (let's go, Big)\n[03:16.32] Yeah right, this is what \"life's after's\" like\n[03:18.86] B.I. Frank White, your \"Bad Boy For Life\"\n[03:21.40] No matter what the public say, we gon' prove\n[03:24.09] It ain't another MC that could fill your shoes\n[03:26.95] 'Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest\n[03:28.88] Realest, my stones the chillest, got homes and villas\n[03:32.19] Overseas and what was me, I found out\n[03:34.75] Other MCs been tryin' to find your route (haha)\n[03:37.54] It's ill when MCs used to be on other shit (yeah, come on)\n[03:40.04] Took home \"Life after Death\" and they studied it (that's right)\n[03:42.44] Listened to the double disc (yeah)\n[03:43.84] Now they all spit (come on) like they all legit\n[03:46.18] Frank, tell 'em how we get, go\n[03:47.44] We got the shit mapped tight (yeah), brass knuckles and flashlights (come on)\n[03:50.21] The heaters in the two-seaters (uh-huh), with two miras (yeah)\n[03:53.17] Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us\n[03:55.72] P. Diddy run the city, show no pity (what's my name?)\n[03:58.32] I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (come on)\n[04:00.94] Mad he broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)\n[04:03.36] No respect, squeeze off 'till all y'all diminish (uh-huh)\n[04:06.17] Shootouts for 20 minutes until we finish (take out)\n[04:08.79] Venice took the loot, escaped in the coupe\n[04:11.08] Break bread with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch\n[04:13.62] Black Rob joined the Mob (Black Rob), it ain't no replacing him (I see him)\n[04:16.52] Niggas step up, with just macin' them (yeah)\n[04:18.68] Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)\n[04:21.48] The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)\n[04:24.30] Business-wise, I play men\n[04:26.10] Hide money on the Island Cayman (come on), y'all just betray men (yeah)\n[04:29.46] We spray men, I position, competition\n[04:31.83] Another day in the life of the commission\n[04:33.86] I got an industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh-huh)\n[04:37.12] And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah\n[04:39.75] Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper (yeah)\n[04:42.76] This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker (pff)\n[04:45.08] I'm slidin' through the Ruckers with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)\n[04:47.68] So, the spring break hoes, home from college, wanna fuck us (ha)\n[04:50.46] I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)\n[04:52.67] I'll sick Rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin' to cuff us (let's go, come on)\n[04:55.76] Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros\n[04:58.32] When it comes to paper, I blow the soul out the hero (uh-huh)\n[05:01.01] I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides\n[05:03.45] Every rapper ain't a star and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh-huh)\n[05:06.14] You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smoking by the big screen (yeah)\n[05:08.78] And changin' the channel looks like I'm playin' the game, boy\n[05:11.56] I know the watch bothering your vision\n[05:13.39] But reach, and I'll put a dot on your head (yeah) like it's part of your religion\n[05:16.22] We got the real live shit from front to back (yeah)\n[05:19.09] To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n[05:21.74] Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?) Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?)\n[05:24.28] Where the fuck my bitches at? (Where you at?) Where my bitches is at?\n[05:26.65] We got the real live shit from front to back (I told y'all)\n[05:29.43] To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Ten years from now we'll still be on top)\n[05:32.17] Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (We've just begun)\n[05:34.47] Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n[05:37.05] We got the real live shit from front to back (thank you)\n[05:39.96] To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Thank you)\n[05:42.36] Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (B.I.G. forever)\n[05:45.25] Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (Bad Boy)\n[05:47.76] We got the real live shit from front to back (you know the rest)\n[05:50.32] To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?\n[05:53.09] Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?\n[05:55.63] Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n[05:58.05] We got the real live shit\n[05:59.94] Fuck y'all niggas want to do?\n[06:02.38] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Victory 2004\n  artist: Diddy & The Bad Boy Family\n  album: Bad Boy's 10th Anniversary... The Hits\n  duration_ms: 381000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ten years\n  start_ms: 10960\n  end_ms: 13780\n- text: Yo, the sun don't shine forever\n  start_ms: 13780\n  end_ms: 15770\n- text: But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together\n  start_ms: 15770\n  end_ms: 19120\n- text: Better now than never, business before pleasure\n  start_ms: 19120\n  end_ms: 22220\n- text: P. 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(Where you at?)\n  start_ms: 177720\n  end_ms: 180400\n- text: Where my niggas is at? (Yeah), where my niggas is at? (Ayo)\n  start_ms: 180400\n  end_ms: 182830\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (I got something new I want to say, give me a sec)\n  start_ms: 182830\n  end_ms: 185450\n- text: Ayo, it can't stay dark for long (it can't stay dark for long)\n  start_ms: 185450\n  end_ms: 187600\n- text: They say it's darkest before the dawn (shh)\n  start_ms: 187600\n  end_ms: 189720\n- text: Calms before the storm (come on)\n  start_ms: 189720\n  end_ms: 191120\n- text: I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin' the psalms (I see you, ladies)\n  start_ms: 191120\n  end_ms: 193650\n- text: And I can see B.I. rockin' the Sean John (let's go, Big)\n  start_ms: 193650\n  end_ms: 196320\n- text: Yeah right, this is what \"life's after's\" like\n  start_ms: 196320\n  end_ms: 198860\n- text: B.I. Frank White, your \"Bad Boy For Life\"\n  start_ms: 198860\n  end_ms: 201400\n- text: No matter what the public say, we gon' prove\n  start_ms: 201400\n  end_ms: 204090\n- text: It ain't another MC that could fill your shoes\n  start_ms: 204090\n  end_ms: 206950\n- text: '''Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest'\n  start_ms: 206950\n  end_ms: 208880\n- text: Realest, my stones the chillest, got homes and villas\n  start_ms: 208880\n  end_ms: 212190\n- text: Overseas and what was me, I found out\n  start_ms: 212190\n  end_ms: 214750\n- text: Other MCs been tryin' to find your route (haha)\n  start_ms: 214750\n  end_ms: 217540\n- text: It's ill when MCs used to be on other shit (yeah, come on)\n  start_ms: 217540\n  end_ms: 220040\n- text: Took home \"Life after Death\" and they studied it (that's right)\n  start_ms: 220040\n  end_ms: 222440\n- text: Listened to the double disc (yeah)\n  start_ms: 222440\n  end_ms: 223840\n- text: Now they all spit (come on) like they all legit\n  start_ms: 223840\n  end_ms: 226180\n- text: Frank, tell 'em how we get, go\n  start_ms: 226180\n  end_ms: 227440\n- text: We got the shit mapped tight (yeah), brass knuckles and flashlights (come on)\n  start_ms: 227440\n  end_ms: 230210\n- text: The heaters in the two-seaters (uh-huh), with two miras (yeah)\n  start_ms: 230210\n  end_ms: 233170\n- text: Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us\n  start_ms: 233170\n  end_ms: 235720\n- text: P. Diddy run the city, show no pity (what's my name?)\n  start_ms: 235720\n  end_ms: 238320\n- text: I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (come on)\n  start_ms: 238320\n  end_ms: 240940\n- text: Mad he broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)\n  start_ms: 240940\n  end_ms: 243360\n- text: No respect, squeeze off 'till all y'all diminish (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 243360\n  end_ms: 246170\n- text: Shootouts for 20 minutes until we finish (take out)\n  start_ms: 246170\n  end_ms: 248790\n- text: Venice took the loot, escaped in the coupe\n  start_ms: 248790\n  end_ms: 251080\n- text: Break bread with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch\n  start_ms: 251080\n  end_ms: 253620\n- text: Black Rob joined the Mob (Black Rob), it ain't no replacing him (I see him)\n  start_ms: 253620\n  end_ms: 256520\n- text: Niggas step up, with just macin' them (yeah)\n  start_ms: 256520\n  end_ms: 258680\n- text: Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)\n  start_ms: 258680\n  end_ms: 261480\n- text: The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)\n  start_ms: 261480\n  end_ms: 264300\n- text: Business-wise, I play men\n  start_ms: 264300\n  end_ms: 266100\n- text: Hide money on the Island Cayman (come on), y'all just betray men (yeah)\n  start_ms: 266100\n  end_ms: 269460\n- text: We spray men, I position, competition\n  start_ms: 269460\n  end_ms: 271830\n- text: Another day in the life of the commission\n  start_ms: 271830\n  end_ms: 273860\n- text: I got an industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 273860\n  end_ms: 277120\n- text: And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah\n  start_ms: 277120\n  end_ms: 279750\n- text: Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper (yeah)\n  start_ms: 279750\n  end_ms: 282760\n- text: This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker (pff)\n  start_ms: 282760\n  end_ms: 285080\n- text: I'm slidin' through the Ruckers with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)\n  start_ms: 285080\n  end_ms: 287680\n- text: So, the spring break hoes, home from college, wanna fuck us (ha)\n  start_ms: 287680\n  end_ms: 290460\n- text: I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)\n  start_ms: 290460\n  end_ms: 292670\n- text: I'll sick Rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin' to cuff us (let's go, come on)\n  start_ms: 292670\n  end_ms: 295760\n- text: Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros\n  start_ms: 295760\n  end_ms: 298320\n- text: When it comes to paper, I blow the soul out the hero (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 298320\n  end_ms: 301010\n- text: I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides\n  start_ms: 301010\n  end_ms: 303450\n- text: Every rapper ain't a star and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 303450\n  end_ms: 306140\n- text: You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smoking by the big screen (yeah)\n  start_ms: 306140\n  end_ms: 308780\n- text: And changin' the channel looks like I'm playin' the game, boy\n  start_ms: 308780\n  end_ms: 311560\n- text: I know the watch bothering your vision\n  start_ms: 311560\n  end_ms: 313390\n- text: But reach, and I'll put a dot on your head (yeah) like it's part of your religion\n  start_ms: 313390\n  end_ms: 316220\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (yeah)\n  start_ms: 316220\n  end_ms: 319090\n- text: To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n  start_ms: 319090\n  end_ms: 321740\n- text: Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?) Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?)\n  start_ms: 321740\n  end_ms: 324280\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? (Where you at?) Where my bitches is at?\n  start_ms: 324280\n  end_ms: 326650\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (I told y'all)\n  start_ms: 326650\n  end_ms: 329430\n- text: To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Ten years from now we'll still be on top)\n  start_ms: 329430\n  end_ms: 332170\n- text: Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (We've just begun)\n  start_ms: 332170\n  end_ms: 334470\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n  start_ms: 334470\n  end_ms: 337050\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (thank you)\n  start_ms: 337050\n  end_ms: 339960\n- text: To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Thank you)\n  start_ms: 339960\n  end_ms: 342360\n- text: Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (B.I.G. forever)\n  start_ms: 342360\n  end_ms: 345250\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (Bad Boy)\n  start_ms: 345250\n  end_ms: 347760\n- text: We got the real live shit from front to back (you know the rest)\n  start_ms: 347760\n  end_ms: 350320\n- text: To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?\n  start_ms: 350320\n  end_ms: 353090\n- text: Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?\n  start_ms: 353090\n  end_ms: 355630\n- text: Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n  start_ms: 355630\n  end_ms: 358050\n- text: We got the real live shit\n  start_ms: 358050\n  end_ms: 359940\n- text: Fuck y'all niggas want to do?\n  start_ms: 359940\n  end_ms: 362380\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 362380\nplain: |-\n  Ten years\n  Yo, the sun don't shine forever\n  But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together\n  Better now than never, business before pleasure\n  P. Diddy and the fam, who you know, do it better?\n  Yeah right, no matter what, we airtight\n\n  And when you hear something, make sure you hear it right\n  Don't make an ass out of yourself by assuming\n  My music keeps you moving, what are you proving?\n  You know that I'm two levels above you, baby\n  Hug me, baby, I'ma make you love me, baby\n\n  It's ten years and we still running this motherfucker\n  Yeah, as we proceed to give you what you need\n  It's all fucked up now (yo)\n  What the fuck y'all gon' do now?\n\n  Yo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah)\n  So, if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together\n  I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)\n  G-Unit move around with them pounds and Berretas\n  Yeah, faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it\n  Regardless if it's handed to me, or I got to grab it\n  Don't make an ass out of yourself tryna stop me\n  I'm cocky, rap's \"Rocky\", nigga, you're sloppy\n\n  You know that I'm eight levels above you, nigga\n  I'll plug you, nigga, I never heard of you, nigga, it's ugly, nigga (what y'all gon' do now?)\n  I'm the wrong one to provoke\n  And ratting on niggas is only gon' leave you smoked (come on)\n  So, the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right)\n  Which I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (uh-huh) (that's right)\n  They pop shit 'til we start approaching these cowards (uh-huh, uh-huh) (yeah)\n  While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers (uh) (come on)\n\n  In the commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em (huh?)\n  He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him (uh)\n  You heard of us, the murderous, most shady\n  Been on the low lately, the feds hate me\n  The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant\n  You hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin'\n  Duct tapin', your fam' destiny\n  Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah)\n\n  Francis, M to the Izz-H phenomenal (uh-huh)\n  Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah)\n  Rhyme a few bars, so I can buy a few cars (uh-huh)\n  And I kick a few flows, so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)\n  Excellence is my presence, never tense\n  Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick\n  Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (come on)\n  Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh-huh, let's go, come on)\n\n  Action, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)\n  And I'm quick to bust if my ends you touch (say what?)\n  Kids or girl you touch (come on)\n  Two automatoes, used to call me fatso\n  Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)\n  Militant, y'all faggots ain't killing shit\n  Oops, Cristal keep spillin' shit (oops, haha), you overdid it, Holmes (yeah)\n  You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone\n\n  Hold hands and say it like me\n  The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic\n  Graphic, tryin' to make dough like \"Jurassic\n  Park\" (come on) did, quick to spark kids who start shit (say what?)\n  See me (yeah), only me (I see you)\n  The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go)\n  Truly yours, Frank White\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (come on)\n  To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n  Where my niggas is at? (Yeah), where my niggas is at? (Ayo)\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (I got something new I want to say, give me a sec)\n\n  Ayo, it can't stay dark for long (it can't stay dark for long)\n  They say it's darkest before the dawn (shh)\n  Calms before the storm (come on)\n  I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin' the psalms (I see you, ladies)\n  And I can see B.I. rockin' the Sean John (let's go, Big)\n  Yeah right, this is what \"life's after's\" like\n  B.I. Frank White, your \"Bad Boy For Life\"\n  No matter what the public say, we gon' prove\n  It ain't another MC that could fill your shoes\n\n  'Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest\n  Realest, my stones the chillest, got homes and villas\n  Overseas and what was me, I found out\n  Other MCs been tryin' to find your route (haha)\n  It's ill when MCs used to be on other shit (yeah, come on)\n  Took home \"Life after Death\" and they studied it (that's right)\n  Listened to the double disc (yeah)\n  Now they all spit (come on) like they all legit\n  Frank, tell 'em how we get, go\n\n  We got the shit mapped tight (yeah), brass knuckles and flashlights (come on)\n  The heaters in the two-seaters (uh-huh), with two miras (yeah)\n  Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us\n  P. Diddy run the city, show no pity (what's my name?)\n  I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (come on)\n  Mad he broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)\n  No respect, squeeze off 'till all y'all diminish (uh-huh)\n  Shootouts for 20 minutes until we finish (take out)\n\n  Venice took the loot, escaped in the coupe\n  Break bread with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch\n  Black Rob joined the Mob (Black Rob), it ain't no replacing him (I see him)\n  Niggas step up, with just macin' them (yeah)\n  Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)\n  The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)\n  Business-wise, I play men\n  Hide money on the Island Cayman (come on), y'all just betray men (yeah)\n  We spray men, I position, competition\n  Another day in the life of the commission\n\n  I got an industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh-huh)\n  And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah\n  Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper (yeah)\n  This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker (pff)\n  I'm slidin' through the Ruckers with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)\n  So, the spring break hoes, home from college, wanna fuck us (ha)\n  I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)\n  I'll sick Rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin' to cuff us (let's go, come on)\n\n  Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros\n  When it comes to paper, I blow the soul out the hero (uh-huh)\n  I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides\n  Every rapper ain't a star and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh-huh)\n  You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smoking by the big screen (yeah)\n  And changin' the channel looks like I'm playin' the game, boy\n  I know the watch bothering your vision\n  But reach, and I'll put a dot on your head (yeah) like it's part of your religion\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (yeah)\n  To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Where you at?)\n  Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?) Where my niggas is at? (Where you at?)\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? (Where you at?) Where my bitches is at?\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (I told y'all)\n  To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Ten years from now we'll still be on top)\n  Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (We've just begun)\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (thank you)\n  To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Thank you)\n  Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? (B.I.G. forever)\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (Bad Boy)\n\n  We got the real live shit from front to back (you know the rest)\n  To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?\n  Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?\n  Where the fuck my bitches at? 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