歌手:50 Cent
专辑:《No Mercy No Fear》

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