50 Cent - Banks Victory lyrics

Album: No Mercy, No Fear (2002)

[50 Cent]
Yo, yo we can not stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
I am high as ever, more holes & more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them pounds & berreta´s
Yeah faggot, if I want it I am gon´ have it
Regardless if it is handed to me or I´ve got to grab it
Don´t make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I am cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy
You know that I am, 8 levels above you nigga
I will club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I am the wrong one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is only gon´ leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is tools for these cowrads
I got no friends, f*ck most of these cowards
They pop shit ´until we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers

[Lloyd Banks]
I got a intergangstress who argue & steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle´s is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho´s home from college want to f*ck us
I aint here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I will sick rottweiler´s on you f*ckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I ama break before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper aint a star, nigga plad aint bulbary
You can not tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I am playin the game boy
I know to watch botherin ya vision
You reach & I will put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a pigeon?
I am blowin a 10 cuz Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
I am in the gucci vest wit the green & red straps
I am the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now every morning´s a fast start
And there ain´t 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
I am the young pimp pardon my age
I do not got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids
Niggas find what club they at
take em wit us, & run a train on em like a subway mac
get advances from grey agra
see these record labels got most artists gettin f*cked like the gay rappa´
i go the college on the tour
I am goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace & Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
Camera´s by the hamper that mine into the floor
by now, you probably heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a f*ck, you gon´ have to murder me
Burglary, I am leavin wit cha nike´s bergendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, back down
niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke & official gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from different yeahrs
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
You aint rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send cars to crib like I am 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
it is a damn shame y´all still local
I am in a million dollar studio layin my vocals
Nigga

[50 Cent]
Still in the projects nigga, you aint goin nowhere
you gon´ f*ckin be there for the rest of yo muthaf*ckin life
and yo momma said, I am supposed to tell you somethin.....
to encourage you, somethin positive
aight well I aint gon´ lie to you muthaf*cka, he aint goin nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the f*ckin curve
f*ckin dirtbag

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