Victory Chords by Puff Daddy

[Start]

[Verse]
A     A7     
■ One one two
      A                     
Check ■ me out right here yo
       A                      
Yo the sun don't shine forever
                    A                                        
But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together
Am7                                           
Better now than never business before pleasure
A                                            
P Diddy and the Fam who you know do it better
A                                     
Yeah right no matter what we air tight


[Chorus]
   A                                                  
So when you hear somethin' make sure you hear it right
      A                                    
Don't make a ass outta yourself by assumin'
    A                                          
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'
    Am7                                    
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
    Am7                                
Hug me baby I'm a make you love me baby
Am                                                 
Talkin' crazy ain't gon' get you nothin' but choked
         Am                                   
And that jealousy is only gon' leave you broke
       Am                                       
So the only thing left now is God for these cats
    Am                                      
And BIG you know you too hard for these cats
Am                                          
I'm a win cause I'm too smart for these cats


[Verse]
                           Am7                  
While they makin' up facts you rakin' up plaques
       Am7                                         
In The Commission you ask for permission to hit 'em
   Am7                                           
He don't like me hit him while wifey was with him
Am7                                     
You heard of us the murderous most shady
Am7                                    
Been on the low lately the feds hate me
    Am7                                           
The son of Satan they say my killing's too blatant
Am7                                         
You hesitatin' I'm in your mama crib waitin'
Am7                          
Duct tapin' your fam' destiny
     Am7                             
Lays in my hands gat lays in my waist
Am7                            
Francis M to the izH phenomenal
Am7                                      
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Am7                                     
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
    Am                                         
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
Am                                   
Excellence is my presence never tense
      Am                                    
Never hesitant leave a nigga bent real quick
     Am                                   
Real sick brawl nights I perform like Mike
Am                         
Anyone Tyson Jordan Jackson
Am                         
Action pack guns ridiculous
    Am                                    
And I'm quick to bust if my ends you touch
     Am                                      
Kids or girl you touch in this world I clutch
A                                  
Two automatos used to call me fatso
A                                   
Now you call me Castro my rap flow's
A                                        
Militant y'all faggots ain't killin' shit
     A                                              
Oops Crystal keep spillin' shit you overdid it homes
                                        A    
You in the danger zone you shouldn't be alone
     A                       
Hold hands and say it like me
         A                           
The most shady Frankie baby fantastic
A                                     
Graphic tryna make dough like Jurassic
A                                          
Park did quick to spark kids who start shit
A             
See me only me
    Am                         
The Underboss of this holocaust
      Am               
Truly yours Frank White


[Chorus]
       Am                                   
We got the real live shit from front to back
      Am                                       
To my people in the world where the fuck you at
      Am             
Where my niggas is at
         Am          
Where my niggas is at
          Am                
Where the fuck my bitches at
         Am           
Where my bitches is at
           Am                               
We got the real live shit from front to back
      Am                                       
To my people in the world where the fuck you at
      Am             
Where my niggas is at
         Am          
Where my niggas is at
          Am                
Where the fuck my bitches at
         A            
Where my bitches is at


[Verse]
         A                                      
Put your money on the table and get your math on
A                                          
Break it down split it up get your laugh on
A                                     
See you later Dog I'ma get my stash on
          Am7         A                         
There's a bed full of money that I get my ass on
A                                      
I never lose the passion to go Platinum
Am7                                       
Said I'd live it up 'til all the cash gone
      Am7                                 
Ain't that funny only use plastic craft it
Am7                              
To make classics hotter than acid
Am                          
Pd rollin on your tape or CD
Am                            
The girlboy killa no team illa
Am                            
The Famo ammo is every channel
        Am                                       
We been hot for a long time burnin' like a candle
Am                                        
What you can do is check your distribution
Am                                                 
My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced 'em
Am                                  
You ain't gotta like me you just mad
         A                                                
'cause I tell it how it is and you tell it how it might be
   A                                                    
We got the shit Mac tight brass knuckles and flashlights
    A                                       
The heaters in the twoseaters with two miras
A                                    
Senoritas kiss rings when you meet us
A                                
P Diddy run the city show no pity
A                                                  
I'm the witty one Frank's the crook from the Brook'
Am          A                            
Matty broke the neck of your coke connect
   A                                          
No respect squeeze off 'til all y'all diminish
Am7                                         
Shootouts for twenty minutes until we finish
A                                        
Venice took the loot escaped in the Coupe
Am                   A                      
Break bread with the 'Kiss Peniro Sheek Luc'
      A                                           
Black Rob joined the Mob it ain't no replacin' him
A                                 
Niggas step up with just macin''em
            A                                   
Placin' 'em in funerals criminals turned aroused
    A                                      
The Brick City nobody come off like P Diddy


[Chorus]
A                       
Business wise I play men
                  A                                  
Hide money on the Island Cayman y'all just betray men
Am                                  
You screamin' I position competition
        Am                               
Another day in the life of the commission
           Am                               
We got the real live shit from front to back
   Am                                          
To my niggas in the world where the fuck you at
         Am          
Where my niggas is at
         Am          
Where my niggas is at
          Am                
Where the fuck my bitches at
         Am           
Where my bitches is at
           Am                               
We got the real live shit from front to back
      Am                                       
To my niggas in the world where the fuck you at
         Am          
Where my niggas is at
         Am          
Where my niggas is at
          Am                
Where the fuck my bitches at
         A            
Where my bitches is at
           A                                
We got the real live shit from front to back
   A                                           
To my niggas in the world where the fuck you at
      A              
Where my niggas is at
         A           
Where my niggas is at
          A                 
Where the fuck my bitches at
         A            
Where my bitches is at
           A                                
We got the real live shit from front to back
   A                                           
To my niggas in the world where the fuck you at


[Outro]
      A              
Where my niggas is at
         A7          
Where my niggas is at
          A7                
Where the fuck my bitches at
A7                    
Where my bitches is at
                A7       
We got the real live shit
           A7             
Fuck y'all niggas wanna do
     A7               
It's all fucked up now
                  A7 
What I'm a do now huh
              A7 
What I'm a do now
     N.C.             
It's all fucked up now


[End]