pray that god gets me through it, through it Came here with nothin and I don't know any other way to do it And it's my victory music, yeah, it's my victory music
untouchable now you gotta face it Uh oh, it gets worse when I go back to the basics You go say the wrong shit and get your face split The smell of victory
they came and said fuckery People speculating how they thought I hit the lottery Know It's only music but I did my shit properly Lyrics contradictory sweet was the victory
in your face like my fuckin name was Chuck Norris, make you sing my chorus Rock to the beat and then, turn into a walrus You remain nameless, my victory
a matter of plan (Victory!) After revenge, it's the victory right Well the final run's done and this the victory hype Now that everybody's present and this victory
news, let em know the truth, truth, truth Its the morning news Hip-hop crunk music, pikey music, slab music, sound like a nursin rhyme Get a beat
a long time ago But ah, honestly after Pimp passed, I really didn't feel like putting it out I was kind of chilling, on the whole music thing A lot of
The three dimensional professional projections of spectral light Connected from selection, air-tight The isolated, the decisive, victory stimulated
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I've heard there was a secret chord That David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this... the
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Verse One: The official representative, LAC This is phrophecy manifested by X to the Z Victory, strike a B-Boy stance in khaki pants Never get along
better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight And when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself by assumin My music
thugs gone It don't stop while my thug music plays on It won't stop, they wanna see the thugs gone They wanna see the thugs gone It won't stop, thug music
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Now I've heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this The
You got, you got, you got Come on baby and show me what you got Come on baby (Don't be shy, no, don't be shy) Let the music hypnotize you You got me
