Banks Victory Artist：50 cent Songs Title：banks victory Yo, yo we cant stay alive forever So if **** hit the fan then we might as well die together Im high as ever, more holes and more cheddar G-unit move around wit them pounds and berretas Yea faggot, if I want it Im gon have it Regardless if its handed to me or I gotta grab it Dont make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me Im cocky, raps rocky, ***** you sloppy You know that im, 8 levels above you ***** Ill club you *****, I never heard of you *****, ugly ***** Im the wrong one to provoke You rattin on ****** is only gon leave you smoke So the only thing left now is tools for these cowrads I got no friends, **** most of these cowards They pop **** till we start approaching these cowards While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer And who flip when I call a ***** like she queen latifah Not all the vehicles is long enough to stash the streetsweeper This **** can get uglier than the master p sneaker We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus Soon as spring break hos home from college wanna **** us I aint here to drop knowledge on you suckas Ill sick rottweilers on you ****as, cops followin to cuff us Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero Ima break before I lay floor berry Besides, every rapper aint a star, ***** plad aint bulbary You cant tame lloyd, smokin by the big screen You changin the channel looks like Im playin the game boy I know to watch botherin ya vision You reach and Ill put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion Why party wit a pigeon? Im blowin a 10 cuz bush handin flyers for a party in a prison Im in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps Im the last rapper to scare ****** since craig mack Now every mornings a fast start And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark Run, move startin a wave And leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs Im the young pimp pardon my age I dont got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids ****** find what club they at Take em wit us, and run a train on em like a subway mac Get advances from grey agra See these record labels got most artists gettin ****ed like the gay rappa I go the college on the tour Im goin down in history *****, next to wallace and shakur I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer Cameras by the hamper that mine into the floor By now, you probably heard of me Fresh outta surgery, flashy as a ****, you gon have to murder me Burglary, Im leavin wit cha nikes bergendy, white t, bergendy You match now, back down ****** love to hate you, but love you when you disappear Catch me on the boat wit **** smoke and official gear Heavy when I toke, c notes from different years Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs You aint rich, but we glad to snatch ya I send cars to crib like Im a cab dispatcha You better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive You aint gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized Its a damn shame yall still local Im in a million dollar studio layin my vocals ***** Still in the projects *****, you aint goin nowhere You gon ****in be there for the rest of yo mutha****in life And yo momma said, Im supposed to tell you somethin..... To encourage you, somethin positive Aight well I aint gon lie to you mutha****a, he aint goin nowhere Get yaself a beer, get on the ****in curve ****in dirtbag