50 Cent - Banks Victory Lyrics
(feat. lloyd banks)[50 cent]Yo, yo we cant stay alive foreverSo if shit hit the fan then we might as well die togetherIm high as ever, more holes and more cheddarG-unit move around wit them pounds and berretasYea faggot, if I want it Im gon have itRegardless if its handed to me or I gotta grab itDont make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop meIm *****y, raps rocky, nigga you sloppyYou know that im, 8 levels above you niggaIll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly niggaIm the wrong one to provokeYou rattin on niggas is only gon leave you smokeSo the only thing left now is tools for these cowradsI got no friends, ***** most of these cowardsThey pop shit till we start approaching these cowardsWhile we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers[lloyd banks]I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reeferAnd who flip when I call a ***** like she queen latifahNot all the vehicles is long enough to stash the streetsweeperThis shit can get uglier than the master p sneakerWe slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckusSoon as spring break hos home from college wanna ***** usI aint here to drop knowledge on you suckasIll sick rottweilers on you *****as, cops followin to cuff usTop dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zerosWhen it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aeroIma break before I lay floor berryBesides, every rapper aint a star, nigga plad aint bulbaryYou cant tame lloyd, smokin by the big screenYou changin the channel looks like Im playin the game boyI know to watch botherin ya visionYou reach and Ill put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religionWhy party wit a pigeon?Im blowin a 10 cuz bush handin flyers for a party in a prisonIm in the gucci vest wit the green and red strapsIm the last rapper to scare niggas since craig mackNow every mornings a fast startAnd there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmarkRun, move startin a waveAnd leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggsIm the young pimp pardon my ageI dont got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braidsNiggas find what club they atTake em wit us, and run a train on em like a subway macGet advances from grey agraSee these record labels got most artists gettin *****ed like the gay rappaI go the college on the tourIm goin down in history nigga, next to wallace and shakurI keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawerCameras by the hamper that mine into the floorBy now, you probably heard of meFresh outta surgery, flashy as a *****, you gon have to murder meBurglary, Im leavin wit cha nikes bergendy, white t, bergendyYou match now, back downNiggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappearCatch me on the boat wit weed smoke and official gearHeavy when I toke, c notes from different yearsBesly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairsYou aint rich, but we glad to snatch yaI send cars to crib like Im a cab dispatchaYou better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to driveYou aint gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersizedIts a damn shame yall still localIm in a million dollar studio layin my vocalsNigga[50 cent]Still in the projects nigga, you aint goin nowhereYou gon *****in be there for the rest of yo mutha*****in lifeAnd yo momma said, Im supposed to tell you somethin.....To encourage you, somethin positiveAight well I aint gon lie to you mutha*****a, he aint goin nowhereGet yaself a beer, get on the *****in curve*****in dirtbag
