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Victory Chords

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[Verse 1]
One, one [Am]two
Check me [Dm]out right [F]her[Am]e yo

[Verse 2]
Yo, [Am]the sun don't shine forever
You can turn the track up
a [Dm]little [Am]bit for me
But as long [F]as [Am]it's [C]he[Am]re
then we might as well shine together
[F][Am][C]
[Am]All up in my ears
Better now than never,
business before [F]pleasure
The mic is loud, but the beat[Em]s isn't loud
P. [C]Diddy and the Fam,
who you [Am]know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
YEAH!
So when you [F]hear somethin,
make sure you hear it right
Don't make [Em]a ass outta yourself,
by assumin
YEAH! Now [C]the mic is lower,
[Am]turn the mics up
Our music keeps you movin,
what are you provin?
Turn that shit all the way [F]up, yeah
You know that I'm two levels
above [Em]you baby
Music's [C]gettin louder
Hug [Am]me baby, I'ma make
you love me baby
This shit is hot!
Talkin crazy, ain't gon' get
you nuthin but choked
Uh- huh, [F]uh- huh, uh- huh
And that jealousy is only
gonna leave you [Em]broke
So [C]the only thing left now is
God [Am]for these cats
It's all fucked up now
And BIG you know you
too hard for these cats
I'ma [F]win cause I'm too
smart for these cats
While they makin [Em]up facts
(uhh) you rakin [C]up plaques

[Verse 3]
In The [Am]Commision, you ask for
permission to hit 'em
He don't like me, hit
him while wifey was with him
You heard of us, the murder
[F]ous, most shady
Been on the low lately, [Am]the feds hate me
[Em]The son of S[C]atan,
they say my killing's too blatant
[Am]You hesitatin,
I'm in your mama crib waitin
Duct tapin, your fam' destiny
Lays in my hands, [F]gat lays in my waist
[Am]Francis, M to [C]the iz- H phenominal
Gun rest un[Am]der your vest
by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows [F]so I can
pimp a few hoes
Excellence is my [Em]presence, never tense
[C]Never hesitant,
leave a nigga [Am]bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights,
I perform like Mike
Anyone - - Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
[F]Action, pack [Em]guns, ridiculous
[C]And I'm, quick to bust,
[Am]if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto- matoes, used to call me [F]fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
Militant, [Am]y'all faggots [Em]ain't
[C]killin shit
Ooops Cristal [Am]keep spillin
shit; you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone, you
shouldn't be alone
Hold hands and say it like me
[F]The most shady, Frankie baby,
fantastic
Graphic, tryin to [Am]make dough,
[Em]like [C]Jurassic
Park did [Am]quick to spark kids
who start shit
See me, only me
The Underboss of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank White

[Verse 4]
We [F]got the real [Am]live shit from
[Em]front [C]to back
To my people in the [Am]world,
where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
[F]Where my niggaz is at?
Where the fuck [Em]my bitches at?
Where my [C]bitches is at?

[Verse 5]
We got [Am]the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world,
[F]where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where [Em]my niggaz is at?
Where the [C]fuck my bitches at?
[Am]Where my bitches is at?

[Verse 6]
Put your money on the table
and get your math [F]on
Break it down, split [Em]it up, get your laugh on
See [C]you later Dog, I'ma
[Am]get my stash on
There's a bed full of money
that I get my ass on
I never lose the passion
to [F]go platinum
Said I'd live it up 'til all the cash [Em]gone
Ain't that funny, only use [C]plastic, [Am]craft it
To make classics, hotter than acid
P- D, rollin on your tape or CD
The girl- boy [F]killa, no team illa
The Fam- o, ammo, is every channel
We [Em]been hot for a long time
[C]burnin like a candle
[Am]What you can do is check
your distribution
My songs bump in Hous[Dm]ton like
Scarface pro[Am]duced 'em
You ain't gotta like me, you just mad
Cause I tell it how it is,
and you tell it how it might be

[Verse 7]
We got the [F]shit, Mac tight,
brass knuckles and [Em]flashlights
The heaters [C]in the two- seat[Am]ers,
with two midas
Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the [F]witty one,
Frank's the crook from the Brook'
Matty broke [Am]the neck of [Em]your
coke con[C]nect
No respect squeeze [Am]off 'til
all y'all diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes,
until we finish
Venice took the loot,
escaped, in the Coupe
[F]Break bread, with the 'Kiss,
Peniro, Sheek Luc'
Black [Em]Rob joined the Mob,
it ain't [C]no replacin him
Niggaz step up,
with just [Am]Mase and 'em
Placin them in funerals,
criminals turned aroused
The Brick City,
nobody come off like P. Diddy
Business [F]wise, I play men
Hide money on the Island Cayman,
y'all just betray men
You [Em]screamin, I posi[C]tion,
competi[Am]tion
Another day in the life,
of the Comission

[Verse 8]
We got the [Am]real live shit
from front to back
To my people [F]in the world,
where the fuck [Em]you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
[C]Where my niggaz is at?
Where [Am]the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?

[Verse 9]
We got [Am]the real live shit from front to back
To [F]my people in the world,
where the fuck [Am]you at?
Where [Em]my niggaz is at?
[C]Where my niggaz is at?
Where [Am]the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?

[Verse 10]
Aiyyo, can you [Am]hear me out there?
Aiyyo turn me up,
nobody [F]can hear me out there
That's good, it's all fucked up [Am]now
Y'all [Em]know it's all fucked [C]up now right?
What [Am]the fuck I'ma do now?
What I'ma do now?
Can y'all hear me out there?

[Verse 11]
We got [F]the real live shit!
Can [Am]y'all hear [Em]me out there?
Fuck [C]y'all niggaz wanna do

[Verse 12]
It's all [Am]fucked up now. what
[F]
[Am]I'ma do now, huh?
What I'ma do now? It's all

[Outro 1]
fucked up now
[Am][F]
[Am]
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