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Cam'Ron - Victory (Freestyle) Lyrics

Ft. Jim Jones

(Intro)
My assistant gets an e-mail
We would like to do a story about your involvement
In the Dipset reunion
Dipset reunion
Dipset reunion
Dipset reunion

(Verse)
The sun don't shine fo'eva
And the city ain't big enough for everyone to shine together
I'm too cleaver, business before pleasure
Killa in the set, who you know do it betta?
Killa 40ith, been there since a shawty
I'm bout the .40 cal, an armor 40-40
Don't make an ass outta yoself by assumin'
I'm usually keeps you movin', what is you doin'?
What ya want?! Talk about money, baby? Funny, baby
Actin' like I'm hungry, baby, talkin' crazy
Damn, man, I can't even feel sum'
Having money that don’t make you a real one
You stepped on the court you gon' play my game
Just take shorty’s advice and say my name (Destiny Child’s sample)
I was dang mane, you ova did it, holmes
You shouldn't be alone, I'm from the danger zone
Hold hands is here like flee(?), the most shady... killa baby
Automatics, caskets, know no top for you bastards, faggots
Me? I'm rockin' coke of the (?)

(Verse 2)
This is Dipset, we don't need permission to hit 'em
They don't like me? Hit em while his hitter was with 'em
Ya know wassup, we throw it up the most brazzy
FEDs hate me, make movies like Kevin Spacey
The General, keep the .40 by the genitals
Shoot up yo entourage like it's ten o' you
Tell you to en-trend the topic
We still gettin' cash, comin' thru in the belly topless
Niggas tryna sue me fo' that short 40 grand
Ya know how many murders I can get fo' 30 bands?
If nigga took the stand, he got rat in his blood
That John Gotti shit, I got that in my blood
You niggas ain't killin' shit, Rosey still spillin' shit
So once I pull up to the dealership
Half my niggas still dealin' bricks
My young niggas still drillin' shit
Get, ya know I stay up in my Billie shit
I'm really on my illie shit
Keep a few keys so I can push a few V's
Now I get a few shows and then I pick up some dough
And yeah, right, no matter what, we air tight
We still truck niggas, you betta hope we spare life
In the truck, nigga, penthouse suits and err'nights
Back to back verticals(?) Harlem on clear nights

(Outro x2)
(It's Dipset, how that sound?)
Where my Dipset homies that be bustin' the gat?
And my bad black killas that be flippin' em packs?
Where my hittaz is at? Where my heartless is at?
Where my hustlers at? Where my hittas is at?
(Niggas betta gang up, get some enforcement)
(Matterz fact, bet' get some reinforcements)
(Nigga, east side, ain't nothin' change, nigga)
(Still got killas on deck, speed dial)
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