Dropkick Murphys - Victory Lyrics
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Victory
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What Are The Lyrics For Victory By Dropkick Murphys?
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Check me out right here yo Yo, the sun don't shine forever But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together Better now than never, business before pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight So when you hear somethin' make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'? You know that I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'm a make you love me baby Talkin' crazy, ain't gon' get you nothin' but choked And that jealousy is only gonna leave you broke So the only thing left now is God for these cats And B.I.G. you know you too hard for these cats I'm a win cause I'm too smart for these cats While they makin' up facts (uh) you rakin' up plaques In The Commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him You heard of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant You hesitatin' I'm in your mama crib waitin' Duct tapin' your fam' destiny lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist Francis, M to the iz-H phenomenal Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes Excellence is my presence, never tense Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson action, pack guns, ridiculous And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch Two auto-matos, used to call me fatso Now you call me Castro, my rap flows militant, y'all faggots ain't killin' shit Oops Crystal keep spillin' shit, you overdid it homes You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone Hold hands and say it like me The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic Graphic, tryin' to make dough, like Jurassic Park did quick to spark kids who start shit See me, only me The Under-boss of this holocaust Truly yours, Frank White We got the real live shit from front to back To my people in the world, where the f*ck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the f*ck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? We got the real live shit from front to back To my people in the world, where the f*ck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the f*ck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? Put your money on the table and get your math on Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on See you later Dog, I'ma get my stash on There's a bed full of money that I get my ass on I never lose the passion to go platinum Said I'd live it up 'til all the cash gone Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it to make classics, hotter than acid P-D, rollin on your tape or CD The girl-boy killa, no team illa The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel We been hot for a long time burnin like a candle What you can do is check your distribution My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced 'em You ain't gotta like me, you just mad cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights The heaters in the two-seaters, with two Midas Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us P. Diddy run the city, show no pity I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook' Matty broke the neck of your coke connect No respect squeeze off 'til all y'all diminish Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish Venice took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Luc' Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacin' him Niggas step up, with just Mase and 'em Placin' them in funerals, criminals turned aroused The Brick City, nobody come off like P.Diddy Business wise, I play men Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men You screamin, I position, competition Another day in the life, of the Commission We got the real live shit from front to back To my niggas in the world, where the f*ck you at? Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? Where the f*ck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? We got the real live shit from front to back To my niggas in the world, where the f*ck you at? Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? Where the f*ck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? We got the real live shit from front to back To my niggas in the world, where the f*ck you at? Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? Where the f*ck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? We got the real live shit from front to back To my niggas in the world, where the f*ck you at? Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? Where the f*ck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? We got the real live shit! F*ck y'all niggas wanna do? It's all fucked up now What I'm a do now, huh? What I'm a do now? It's all fucked up now |
Who Wrote Victory By Dropkick Murphys?
Steven Jordan, Trevor Smith, Christopher Wallace, Sean Combs, Bill Conti, Jason Phillips
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What's The Duration Of The Victory By Dropkick Murphys?The duration of Victory is 1:44 minutes and seconds. |
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